Blood on the Snare

I stab at the ethereal mask,
The cross slips to the side,
A question-mark forever... Amen.

Hanging on our walls,
Hanging in our homes,
Hanging around our necks,
It hangs us by our necks.

I will give you the rope
If you promise to swing...

A lifetime to unpick
The knots of the invisible worlds
of perpetual torture.