Show me the one

Who calms fatigued sobs
Show me that person
Show me the answer to my troubles
Forget those who speak inspiration
Forget tongues that uplift the lowly
Words crumble in the sight of agony
I'm done with perishable life
Where is the hope of debris
Him behind those testimonies
The one they drink His blood daily
I too,wanna cannibalise his body
Where is that Son of Man
With but a divine tongue
The king that always serve
The lamb with bruised palms
A carpenter of worn souls
Mend a broken being.