These words form as walls, they set ablaze the hills.
Every little voice breaks out in tears, as their bodies shatter like glass.
I'll dig through the graves.
A spark may light the flame but can it light our way?
Can we carry these burdens in our hearts?
I'll proclaim the rest tonight.
From the visions that sparked our rivers dry, the sky begins to crumble.
Death sings a long verse.
But a whisper is told. He arose from the dead, with hollow points in his body.
We walked right through the exit, to the leading point of our lives.
And our lives are carried out through our hands. Our minds process the same fear we wake up with daily. The blink of an eye captures more nightmares than photos. These are the horrors that we grew up with. We find ourselves weak against the altar, leaning on the temple. Questions run through our minds but answers are not answered. All confusion written in red, blood fills up the mouths of liars. This city becomes the only thing we know, we are all statues in a world without a purpose for the wicked. This creation comes to a halt, the veins we carry are filled with anxiety. Our knees become bloody, because all the answers are written on the cross. Set my brain on fire, free will was too good for me. "Lord, if you can hear, I can listen."
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