A Prayer Made of Gunpowder

I don’t pray to make amends, I just ride until it ends. Every road’s a loaded gun, Aimed at what I could’ve done.

Ash and breath, smoke and sin, Light me up and start again.

This is my prayer made of gunpowder, Whispered low, the thunder louder. If grace don’t hear, that’s fine by me — This fire’s the only faith I need.

Mercy fades where bullets bloom, Dust and blood share the same perfume. I don’t ask the sky to see, It’s already judged what’s left of me.

Let it burn, don’t look behind, Every sin’s a spark divine.

This is my prayer made of gunpowder, Ash on my lips, the night grows prouder. If the light won’t stay with me — This fire’s the only faith I need.

You talk to God, I talk to flame, Both remember just the same. Peace ain’t gentle, peace ain’t kind — It’s the silence when you draw the line.

Flame and faith, dust and pain, I’ll rise again through smoke and rain.

This is my prayer made of gunpowder, Holy fire, no walls around her. If heaven falls, let it be free — This fire’s the only faith I need.

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