I hear the souls
clanking the chains,
in a sacred throne –
declining my body into
a blind devotion.
Perhaps losing a war
is reaping the silence.
I hear the souls
glorifying the matrimony,
in the aisle of confession –
bleeding my body
the truth to seek
for a redemption,
worship this salvation.
I hear the souls
laughing in hallow fumes
in the siege of the lost –
burying my body into
a final ritual chant
sanctifying the pain;
resurrecting who kills.
