Golgotha

Whether passion's been stifled or the cycles still spiral
Embedded deep is the knowledge that nothing matters
And once realised, you'll indulge not desires of swine
But instead calmy tread, so as blood will not shed
Omitting where you wash in the lamb at the altar

But what reprimands our humanity is in itself the key
A paradox of freedom, necessitating opposition to reason
When we flourish through selfishness and tribulation to see

But if ego and ignorance should soar
Then longer will be the road
That guides you back home to me 

The more you are known
The more you exist in vain
And the more you seek but will never own
The less you will truly gain
And one who fears to depreciate himself 
Will never understand the silhouette that is
The eminence of one who self-deprecates 
And what is status or stature 
But a label on a leash
For you to enter your field to graze

And I have forgotten who I am 
To know what it is to find oneself 
Just like you slumber and travail 
Before the river consecrates your weary head

Still, can you feel the water warm
When you see the dove descend
Can you remain alone as one
As you dare to look within yourself
And when you hear the voice of God
You will bridge heaven to the earth

So be craven not to sacrifice
What was never your existent self
As you awaken to clamber the path of mortality
Permitting the world to persecute through you
What can never be found from the fear of death

Scourged skin caresses the stipe
As he uplifts himself to breathe 
Transcending the transom reflecting man's horizon 
As consciousness crowns the skull
Too dense, and much too heavy for a king

For the vacant tomb unveils, one who has overcome 
The flesh of the earth and all its death
For one raised will not return