ISAIAH 50

Adultery is my biggest crime

I sleep on a deathbed and call it my haven 

When it puts me miles further from heaven

I hide in the rose bushes and get caught in the thorns

Unable to follow and unable to see

To marvel in awe of the awesome seven seas

Asleep in my infidelity in dreams that I hate

I am wrapped in your swaddling clothes, a corpse in my grave

And I am too far under to hear your instruction

So I’ll let this casket be my destruction 

To shield me from the spit of the crowd that

Waters the roots of the roses above me

I am dying a widow and killing another

As I leave my loyalty for liminal recess

Depressing deeper into deafening depths 
While now I hear you cry, “My bride I envy your life”