Stuck in Saturday,
Herod counts his gold,
Mary is weeping.
Hung by the noose of truth,
Darkness evaporates the land,
Forgiveness dissolves in greed.
The dishes are not done,
Morning cartoons deaden the mind.
Each minute competes with the next,
An eternity has been resolved,
With the blood shed by one.
Mercy displayed on a neon sign,
While the Lepers fall to their knees,
The hypocrites are turned blind.
Twenty four hours turned to days,
The light of Sunday only a dream,
Until you open your eyes.
