bless the children of the damned
as they hang like string upon thy hand
hung up, strung up by the throat
dangling as though they float
suspended in time and in the frigid air
held captive by the darkest parts of despair
whisper unto them, that they may hear
hope uttered unto the insincere
bless their blinded eyes
before all their hope dies
unhinge the ribs, rip out the heart
forgive the sin, the deepest part
embrace the bodies, great physician
may they gently unfold unto thy admission
fixated upon the lifeless
dead eyes gaze upon the string
that hangs from thy hand
as we pray over the damned
unhinge the ribs, rip out the heart
forgive the sin, the deepest part.
