How deep the cross has sunken,
bogged down in mire, blood sodden.
Tarnished idols, silver wrought,
Pittance price for heaven bought.

None now kneel, on rotten pews,
flock of many, gone like dew,
candles flicker, dimming light.
Mother church, brimming with blight.

Beyond the gilded marshlands,
Where the waves meet darkened sands,
the ground bones of gods long gone,
raised the dunes we orphans roam.

Prowling barefoot, starless nights
eyes accustomed, gone the lights,
free from shadows, safe from sin,
the shame, banished from within.