Palm Sunday

You sleep for tonight, awaiting ceremony

Awake from your descent, the light has shun your shame

Your nakedness is laid bare for all to see

You resisted all rescue and counsel

Now you are abandoned, you stubborn fool

No allegiance shall alleviate your den of misery

Till your penance is paid in full

Stop running through the tires of this course

Steady your arc, bring about a persuasive calm

Through the tethers of this world

Bring about my steadfast under a branch on Palm Sunday

To shed enlightenment upon the dread of this curse