It's a skit on temptation performed by a youth group to Lifehouse's "Everything." Powerful stuff! (Hint hint to all you talented actors!)
The Burning Rye
I hitched my way through the back country,
dozed in the bed of a farmer's truck
and dreamed I was asleep by your side,
supine on a warm deck dusted with sea salt,
the sailing pride of your prominence.
Your curious lips wandered
through the hinterlands of my mind.
I stirred and laughed
as you whispered that there's nothing
you'd rather wake up and see
than the flaming star in my white eye
burning brighter than the morning sun
emblazoned onto the flag of my motherland.
I move the planets of your passion,
you tell me as you draw your orbit near.
I bolt upright at the jerk of a turn -
the gravel road smokes in anger -
I call out to you.
But you're buried in the expensive bed sheets
of your comfortable life,
reading about a catcher
lost in the rye.
Eden's Leeches
a pair of black tears
slides down her pale cheek,
one after another,
twin slugs crawling -
those predators of innocent leaves
with top soil and small stones
stuck in the warm thick jelly
beneath their bodies,
slick and moist
as her painted gothic lips.
Translucent trails record
the struggle of the garden leeches
as they move toward the shaded edge
of the vast flower pot that sits
on the windowsill above
the bed where the broken skins
of dreams and dandruff
litter her cotton pillowcase.
She sits upright, asks God
for a flood to wash away
the sticky residue.
But the earth remains dry -
He has already forgiven her.
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