Saints- by: unknown forgotten

I bit the bullet
It broke my teeth and came out the back of my neck
I caught the arrow in my hand
Or so I tried
It kept going and sliced two fingers off my right hand

You were a saint
You used to be
So was I
Back in the monastery in our vow of silence
I could levitate and turn water into wine
You could heal the wounded with your spit and slight of hand

Now we're desperate men
Changed hearts and confused minds
So I tried one last attempt
To prove my worthiness in this life

I had bitten the bullet
It didn't turn out so well
I caught the arrow
I'm handicapped for the rest of my life
Last I heard you were dead
Died drunk choking on your own vomit
Your bloodstream infected with disease

I meditated in a field of lilacs
To levitate once again
I rose high above the ground
Higher even yet
A large gust of wind came down from the heavens
And blew me off the horizon like a speck of dust

We were saints
We used to be