by Brian Jones

Added 13 October 1997

Broken melodies
And splashes of red
Blood spilled for who?

The man on the cross,
His Most Holy,
Certainly more holy than I
A mere son of God
And not the Son of God

Why do we raise
This man in front of me
To such an exultant high

I swim in emptiness
While he lives and relives in ecstasy
I live in endless torment in his presence

I must release
Release and face myself
For I will not find myself with Him
Nor can I be complete in His presence

This night here
This Christmas Eve
Sitting here in the house of God
This is my trial

My Baptism In Black

Written 24 December 1990

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