Adam's Stain

I think I'll bear a mark upon my back

That anyone may see and recognize

Before the rational mind (that I do lack)
Will testify my thoughts before his eyes,

To give the passerby admonishment

And let him know that those who don't are torn,

Sliced and diced and quartered, bled and spent
By this fierce tongue who in my face is borne,
Then, I could, too, in gladness pass my days

Without fear of the strife that comes before
My wicked feet, but forward dance upon

The soft sands my rough cut feet do prance on
When music doth arise the soul once more,

And sing songs, I, My Lord in joyous praise!