Requiem for Resurrection

So the bell tolls, and the islands

Of man crest and fall,

The 30 silvers are short comfort

To pay what's owed.

'Tis the bitter Calvary of our soul,

The dark and darker sucking hole,

Fading to brilliant, bitter light,

A light that consumes us whole.

How now are we to be?

The tears and blood left by thee?

All that is left is us, the we.

To watch our well-earned crucifixion.

When, three days hence we rise again;

Stigmata's stigma washes away

As day bleeds into day,

We fall short of resurrection.

Brave and broken, berated and abandoned,

We know still who we are. We cry as thee.

We are "Ecka Dora", we are the SPC,

And we bear the cross with Simon.

Vale