hand in unlovable hand

Lay your hand into mine. I'm the same as you.

Stand up. Rise. Greet your anger with the devil's day.

It's the hand in unlovable hand. It's the hairline crack and matching puzzle piece.

It's the kite that flies, the cross that dies.

It's the Core upon forehead that will never be kissed, will never be tender, will never be missed.

Say it is worse, it is better, but you'll never know, will you?

God will never bless this mess, unrighteous catastrophe.

Let go of my hand. Mourn your own.

You will never love me. I'm the same as you.