Pittura Infamante

Taken to bury a past 
And nailed, the lid, down shut 
No choice to be a last 
How can I avert these eyes? 
With no firmament ahead 
The end pulls strong 
A Cross erodes 
Reveals future ghosts 
But are we truly dead 
Hung upside down on show? 
And when all of this is set in stone 
Can we wash away our guilt 
With sin and denial? 
Come back to worship the skin 
The mind distorts the purest thoughts 
The body has retained 
When Calvary is a heart 
Living as denial The end pulls strong