Dead in sin

In my purification
all of my nightmares
have come true.

But God rescues me
from the lion's snare
though I stay frozen in fear.

No words have been left unsaid
no wounds left untouched.
(Maybe just one...)

The mistakes I have made,
They were yours first,
so I know I had to come undone.

And you are dead,
though you are here
I too am dead, but prophesied to rise.

Time is a luxury, so I will wait
before I lunge with my sword
to destroy you.

Danse Macabre (The Skeleton Laboureur) by Georges Rouault (1871-1958, France)