On Romans 7:15

My soul’s been weepin
An ocean of tears
The waters risin
thrustin me into the deep
Your law bound me to the sea
My flesh plots mutiny
You thunder
Like to my siblings before
‘let down your net for a catch’
A rare moment, im trustin
Weathered hands pullin linen
War torn, salt dried hands
And up to the surface
144 beating hearts
A perfectly pulsing mass
Then I see it, my flesh
Weathered hands hold it
It thrashes free and dives to the deep
I’m lost at sea
My flesh plots mutiny
I look up
Tears rainin down on my cheek
Waters risin again
Thrustin me into the deep