2:27 minutes

by Jade Rawlings


Salvation doesn’t taste like light,

It tastes like burning coals,

Holy wine isn’t so delightful

as it drips thick crimson from the alter,

Those angels you color so beautifully,

Have thousands of eyes and they are made of fire,

This wisdom of Solomon is not crystal clear,

Is drenched in the black baptismal water,

You kissed a prophet once,

and had nightmares of cities burning

For months after,

To be a martyr is to be sacrificed

To be sacred is to be made of splintered bone,

Rosanna, rosanna, rosanna, to our God in the highest,

Rings in your bleeding ears,

We weren’t made to be holy.


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Stills: black-sparrow-flying-design.jpeg, Jade.PNG credit, Steve.PNG credit

MP3: dizzy-logo, holy-motion.mkv

Voiceover: holy-VO-final.mp3

Music soundtrack:
Outro: Pouring Out – Aasher Fulero.mp3
Fortunate Note – Silent Partner.mp3