Burning books and crumbling buildings

The dead sit in piles.....

flesh, rotting from the bone
blood leaks from open skulls
as bullets enter the brain

The dead sit in piles....

Smoke and smog clog the lungs
they blind the eyes, and burn the nose

Locomotives, filled to the brim
with broken bones and blink eyes

The frigid shower-heads spit out smoke
naked bodies collapse on the cold, concrete tiles
The skies rain bone and ash

The dead sit in piles....

Where your Mercies, run wild and Gently free me.
Where your Love touches me deep within my Soul.
Where your Healing leaves a deep impact upon me.
Where my Life , has been delivered, as well as changed.
There I shall run to you, yes Run to you O Lord God.
For your Love taste Sweeter then Wine O Lord God.
For your Love Frees me, there is no better Love God.
Your Love is Sweeter then any woman, Love could ever be.
For your Love is by far, Greater then anyone O God.

Come to Me

For shelter. For love.
Come to me when you are in
dire straits -when you
are as hollow as a shell. When you are but an echo of your former self.
Shapeless. Hapless. Forgotten.
Come to me.
I will wait
for you
in the shadows of your soul.

Trump nation, Aleppo sin
fighting battles we'll never win.
I am you and you are me,
something humans dread to see.

Burning effigies of terror and hate
in hopes of making America great (again).
Blue collars turned red from the loudest silence,
Inciting their God-given right to violence.

All for one and one for one,
that's how you negotiate and
get **** done.

Caring for your neighbors
does them no favors
and handouts aint for free,
but you can earn them and more
by becoming a slave
exactly
like
me.