...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...