I’ve watched the world waste what was right,
Truth turned to smoke in the dead of night.
Heroes fall and sinners rise,
We point the finger while hiding lies.
We crave the crown, but curse the cost,
Forget what’s found, mourn what’s lost.
Saints turned shadows, mercy mocked,
The doors are open, but the hearts are locked.
Every sinner’s got a sermon they refuse to preach,
Every hand that’s clean’s just outta reach.
They stone the broken, praise the fake,
Post their pain, but it’s all opaque.
They judge the junkie, but pop their pills,
Preach peace, then go and sign the kill.
It’s all a cycle — spin the wheel,
We bury truth, forget to feel.
We’re mirrors — cracked with quiet cries,
Pretending truth is just a lie.
But if you dig beneath the dust…
There’s a part of us we lost in lust.
We’re villains in disguise —
In the stories that we write.
We wear the mask, we play the part,
But poison’s pumping through our hearts.
We scream for justice, swing the sword,
Then crucify what we ignored.
But even now, beneath this sin…
Redemption waits to pull us in.
Fault feeds failure, fiction fuels flame,
Fools find favor while faking fame.
Blame breeds bitterness, binds the blind,
Burning bridges we once designed.
Hope held hostage, hearts hollowed hard,
Hands hurt holy things, leaving scars.
Savior silenced in the scrolls,
While wickedness wears the winning roles.
And I know we fall so far from grace,
Reflections fade in a fractured place.
But even ashes can rise again…
Even villains can kneel and mend.
I was that venom, I was that voice,
Made a mess of men with every choice.
But I met a Man who knew my name,
Didn’t flinch when I confessed my shame.
He took my wrath, my wretched ways,
Turned my midnight into praise.
Now I fight with faith, not fists,
And I don’t need fame — just nail-scarred wrists.
We were villains in disguise,
But He still looked us in the eyes.
Through the smoke, the blood, the blame —
He took our place, He bore our shame.
Now I’m not who I used to be,
His mercy made a man of me.
We fall, we fail, but still we’re found —
Where grace and glory both abound.
So if you’re broken, bent, or bruised…
Just remember —
The cross still chooses you.
Mario_Maldonado
