...They bled and tasted
blood
Their own and of their
brothers and everybody else who
have called this land
home
They wept on their knees
for the ground has turned red
and the skies bore a hole that
will never forget the
afternoon when
the robed monkeys came
Screaming, preaching
they uttered words... strange words
Divine, it's what they said but
filled their bellies with
flesh and grains and gold and
souls
Sentiments have gone
a long time ago, not forgotten
For tomorrows never brought the yesterdays  
nor their brothers, their lands, their
homes
But the sun, in each rising
only gave mornings of
mournings...

...Once
we had a church where the
candles burned and lit
the darkest areas of doubts
It was a refuge in the time of
the howling dogs
and scavengers prowling in the
shadows of sleepless nights
It was
almost perfect
until the truth was ****** and
burned on the sacred stake along
with the screams of the believers
Hope... Hope quickly
turned into something else and we
were consumed by
divine alibis to
keep the robes white
And we
tied Him with
strings and chains and
drowned Him before
He
could even walk on
water...