four arrows
pointing to
the direction of grace
the way of truth

as a compass

black lines
spinning
the letters smeared
it fills with your tears

you are

becoming lost
becoming rash
losing purity
living your past

look to

Him who saves
with black around
the sky
He conquered your lies

glorious

from east to west
He covered
you and your mess
for you He suffered

undone

your failure