Project 86

And now I sit in thought as the plot of my days commences,
and I'm left with fences
Put off the thoughts of my end so long to race
to chase after the trend so fleeting
Hours pass unsettled, unresolved my passions
I scrape to win a new day to waste
Misaligned priorities parallel my desires
I hide my eyes to avoid embrace
I smell the stench, unavoidable approach comes against
And yet I'm left asking the question
Denied a way to defend the thoughts
That this side equates with what awaits
I'm ripping right through the masses, sacrifice into ashes
Giving up what was past tense, raising up like Lazarus
I laugh at the strongman who thought he had control
A hold on my eternity-eternal is Christ empowers me
Like the faith that builds my strength