39 lashes bleed life from my skin
whipped 39 times to atone for my guilt
public'ly paying the wages of sin
one lash shy of death for the blood that I’ve spilt
purged of the unclean by means of a whipping
the sentence is served and I’m catching my breath
my flesh pays the penalty open and dripping
no fortieth lash no merciful death
the streets flow with crimson as i try to stand
i bleed in the street from the thirty-ninth lash
i grasp at the sky for the purpose of man
the years on my headstone contained in the dash
though justice was served i do not feel redeemed
this wasn’t my first crime it won’t be my last
not as broken inside as i outwardly seem
this time justice was swift will the next be as fast
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