There is no hope here
only liars
Shattered pulpits
your stain glass window is covered in blood
Weight on the world
at the foot of a crucifix
Statues dont move much
Inject the morphine in the neck of your infants
keep them numb
their cries are distracting half hearted prayers
Do like how your hymnals are covered in vomit?
dont break the silence
dont have doubts
and dont ask questions
Those dead eyes
your dead smiles
those dead eyes
your dead smiles
rue of mass is broken by screaming
your alter is covered in blood
the blood is on your hands
the blood in on your head
step away from the scene of indifferance
You are more than you are led to believe
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Carry on prophets, There is no church to see.
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2 comments:
I'd like to bite something when I read this. Just, sink my teeth into something. For joy and angst.
awesome, every time I read this comment I smile. I'm glad I'm not the only one thinking this stuff
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