That night when the stars bled breaking the clouds into my holy soul,
My soul dyed hazy brown from bright red,
I remember whispering some prayers unto the unknown,
But it echoed back, bruised and broken
My shivering teeth clattering with the taste of blood on my tongue,
Like the glue holding my pieces are vanishing, just tired of holding the things that can't be held,
My cells falling apart like a deck of falling cards,
The light falling on pupils like a whip, sun crawling my spine like shadows,
And you are up there shouting the slogans of justice?
Smiling with a victor's delight like a slave owner smiles on seeing his slaves,
Claiming yourself to be my saviour, when you've always brought destruction,
You have always been an assasin, heaven must be filled with blood,
Bleeding with the throats of those calling your name, by the thin thread connecting you and them,
When you were too busy spinning your web,
Delighted with your strength, mad with your power,
Looking at the white flags of your children, calling it a victory
Your lungs habituated at inhaling sulphur,
Your heart that drinks blood,
Your eyes that see clearer only on fogs,
Your hands that produce clings of metal even with skin,
And you call yourself the symbol of justice?
Yes, yes I offer flowers in your face in the temple,
Not as a prayer any longer god!But because I've been taught to offer flowers to the dead!!