The Kingdom is Expansive

Art time dying, a Bible born, a curs-ed tree, a paulic thorn.
My rite to bleed, and bathe in blood, a brilliant death, a
Heaven flood. And demon prayer, the Lord forgives, a legion
Proud, and Satan lives. Thus the fountain, a Kingdom shrine,
Fraught with passion, a frantic time. And tragic night, a neighbor
Died, a demon knelt, and bled the sky. My phantom ache,
The fate of pain, the blood of God, a purple rain. And Jesus
Torn, a flock of flames, the sin of birth, a tortured frame.

Live and dying, a Bible born, a curs-ed tree, a paulic thorn.
My cross to bear, a servant dead, alive in Christ, and demon
Fed. A Kingdom gate, the fate of fears, the flight of heart,
And mortal tears. For texture blind, the lux of light, a lever
Broke, a cryptic life. And Jesus torn, a flock of flames, the
Sin of birth, a tortured frame. 

Paul/paulic: referring to St. Paul’s damaged hip.
Frantic: wild with high levels of energy.
Cryptic: containing within a hidden, often impenetrable dimension; when the entirety of meaning is only grasped in conjunction with the surface context and the core context combined.