Sand plastered back caressing the shore
Salty eyes watering, bloodshot and sore
A symphony of crickets cry the night's mourning
Warm water laping on a barren beach
Calm as ice
Slipping sliding falling out of reach
Sand dunes of snow
Pilling pilars to reach the heavens
Folley footsteps left by Judas
Chanting, surmounting, counting off sevens
Red snow spatters the age of innocence
Would we walk on water if we could?
Go and wash your hands in the snow
Blackened blood blisters
Foaming form fallen
Angels acutely angled
Cutely cutting Christ's
Bleeding bludgeoned back
Preacher and prophet of peace has spoken
Speak out for the weary and broken
Blink; blindly now the words are used
Twisted, tortured, blackened, abusedv
No truth in the spin, no merit in the scales
The rich become richer, growing plump as whales
Jona jump forth, speak out against these wrongs
Discharge dischord into the hypnotic songs
Hymns of greed and gluttonous pride
Time is no longer a luxury to bide
Battle hymns have broken in
Hypnotic, haunting, they've broken him
Shattered peices scattered amoung the lies
Cloaked by night, the morning star hides
Playing puppeteer
Pied Pipping the vermin, drink their venemous tears
Spike the wishing well with poison contamination
Polluting the dreams of the future generation