New Mercies by Taylor Janzen

Don’t look, I’ve seen the ending
It’s worse than you thought
Don’t say, don’t say anything
The silence is what you want

Don’t watch, I know the future
And there are no miracles
I don’t mean
To sound so cynical
But no one changes that much

Is it too late for me to believe in the morning’s new mercies?
Cause I’ve been dying just to see a glimpse of the morning and it’s new mercies

Elois, elois
A god forsaken reply
If I speak to the daylight
Will you hold the sun still in the sky?
So I don’t have to watch all my heroes die
By the hand of the night
I wrote their eulogies in my scattered poetry and I buried them nearby

Here lies the paradox, a shouting match with silent God
The push and pull of faith unseen, I nurse my bleeding unbelief
Well I don’t know what to say to someone who knows everything
All I do is fight your words, so let’s not act like I deserve the morning and it’s new mercies