Sewn Lips Preaching to Deaf Ears
Rise, Dead man.
We are the ones who stand
Against the lies and scare tactics.
We see through your stained-glass ideals of theology.
We are the ones who are
Empty vessels longing to bear what they may.
A building fire in our throats.
A light into the darkest
Regions of Hell.
Our only wish is to save them from
The Hell that they have brought upon themselves
From years of passing judgement on us.
Tear the flesh from the broken bones.
Our eyes for the crows.
Corpses piled high in a feigned attept
to eclipse the blazing sun.
There is no fear in my heart.
We are unheard.
We are unseen.