dressed down with both barrels loaded to the brim
choking back the hatred we formed in our hearts for them
taking life from limb, from limb to roses upon their graves
where the depiction of one hanging from a cross mercifully saves
promise outlives the pain
love lays to rest the slain
blind to the source of this outcry
pondering why so many had to die
prayers were their only defense
even so, let the onslaught commence
promise outlives your pain
love liberates the slain
remnants of the stench in the air that night forever burn my lungs
with a massacre brought forth by bastard fathers and fallen sons
from whence the shadows, the screams once dispersed
no longer uttering a whisper, but cries from the cursed
