Convictions AtonementWatch at the source

This is atonement. For the names I cursed. This is atonement. For the lives I hurt. Eternal punishment. Beneath the sins I bear. This is punishment. For the cross I wear. No escape, no absolution, the hammer falls. I’ve turned self-sacrifice into prison walls. No mercy, no pardon. I’m bound to the call. Will redemption come or bury me whole? Condemned. Confined. Summoned to an exile I built from my own becoming. Sealed inside a vow, my covenant set in stone. This is atonement. For the names I cursed. This is atonement. For the lives I hurt. Eternal punishment. Beneath the sins I bear. This is punishment. For the cross I wear. The pressure won’t break my iron fists. This is atonement. For the names I cursed. This is atonement. For the lives I hurt. Eternal punishment. Beneath the sins I bear. This is punishment. For the cross I wear. The marks remain in blood. Blood into being. Wounds into worship. Nothing withdrawn. Impaled on my own ambitions. Suffer the guilt of my decisions. Branded mark of my convictions. Sign my name in scars, and carry this to the end. I was redeemed through suffering. Tested, not erased. Walked the lowest valley. It was pain I embraced. The spirit remained. This is atonement.