Blood trickles
Past the eyes of this would be killer
Insanity rises
To rule rather than remain the filler
Voices coalesce
Rising in a crescendo of unification
Reality diminished
By the promises of eternal salvation
Hope now hovers
On the mountain of the dead and dying
Miracles bought
By the pawns who are no longer trying
Lies distributed
Down the street and around the globe
By patron of sin
Standing before you soiling his robe
We stand as mice
Upon the shoulders of ancient giants
Even as we tumble
Inundated in this false self reliance
Maggots slither
Out the eyes of the long dead martyr
As gods chuckle
Dreaming of the souls they did barter
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