Deadly Faith
Innocent painted wings...
With vulture eyes, they stare at my pride.
Almost subconsciously sending messages inside...
They will look at us with disgust.
They will take back their trust...
They sing, dance, and fornicate
But I prefer not to participate...
He's making me say those words again
I've submitted to what we all know is sin...
Hypnotized by wretchedness,
Wrapped in filthy rags...
We have looked at life from probabilities
Though we adapt to endless possibilities...
Sweet Angels' voice I hear
Father's presence hovers near...
Do you remember back when?
In the year of our Lord ten...
I want less from god
let him have less rules, rituals...
I sit still
As the snow falls gently to the ground...
Lord it seems so many are very ungrateful
And boldly express heartfelt doubt...