Upon His Command by Bryant Eugene Vazquez Lyrics

When shall you come?
I’ve waited for hours here
Twiddling my thumbs
When will you make yourself known?
Shall I stay sat devouring thoughts of importance
Or spew out all words?
Dripping in wretched secrets

Shall you ring dry my tongue?
Splatter your dress
You float there collected
Speak so soft
Whisper the hymns of your God
And who is this man?
Sheds blood for others upon his command
With reasons beyond your morals
For who knows?
Who cares