It came with force
Blackness enveloping sight
Scraping the flesh
Sun molding into night
Sand scraping eyes
Lids stuck wide open
A voice glimmers
Someone has spoken!
He shined like a God
Hands grip hair
Warmth beams inside
Mouth sucking air
It came with force
Blackness enveloping sight
Scraping the flesh
Sun molding into night
Sand scraping eyes
Lids stuck wide open
A voice glimmers
Someone has spoken!
He shined like a God
Hands grip hair
Warmth beams inside
Mouth sucking air
Nails on flesh
Her sighs of ecstasy
Cutting the bone
Smile of gold
He embraced her flesh
Ecstasy of light
Wings take flight
Flying through crisp autumn
Wind on her face
Feet crunch bones
Sprinkling the dust of death
Wings lay broken
Bell tolls loud
His time is running out
Murder of God
Kneeling to pray
He kept faith close to him
False purity
He spent his whole life kneeling,
before a God with no healing.
He devoted his life to the light,
without experiencing the night.
Justice never came from the sky,
he began doubting the reasons why.
Empty prayers up to Heaven,
started signaling his aggression.
One day he took the book,
and cast it aside without one look.
This fruitless God became a liar,
screaming he lit the church on fire.