Mary Magdalene would be proud

I once carried my pain and burdens
like I was the Christ,
carrying the cross of sin.

But street lights won't make it any lighter
and blind eyes won't show fear.
Struggling in quicksand,
you'll only sink faster.
Fighting a python will only make it squeeze tighter.

I kept to these rules
and plucked out my eyes
I kept to these rules and hoped to stay afloat,
I kept to these rules and hoped I'd breath.

You broke these rules and showed me
There's too many martyrs in this redundant world,
too many Christs,
too many dead heroes.

You cut me down from my cross,
filled the holes in my hands,
Cut my crown of thorns
And we walked from the desolate hill together.