Lightning screams
Across the sky.
Thunder roars.
The Angels cry.
The Gods enraged
At our hate
Raise our Demons,
To seal our Fate.

The sky, is grey.
The ground ****** red.
The crosses clutched.
Our kin long dead.

Cause unknown
Excuses made.
The life of the wounded
Slowly fades.

A single tear upon the ground
I have shed,
Next to where I see my friend,
Lying dead.
Although it's sad,
This is war.
The irony is; Living
That's what we are dying for.

B.P.
07/13/09

Atop a time-lashed tower;
The wind carries a Babble of ancient tongues;
Bringing with, the answers
To questions I haven't asked.

Blasphemous Tower to the sky;
Fallen with unity, to disgrace;
Brings Him to us.

Separation through language,
Unity through Faith;
Connection greater than any tongue can offer.

B.P. 07/05/09