religions come
religions go
women come and go
empires and dogs
golden masks
regrets spoken to icons
lunatics building altars to clowns
other things worthless come and go for while I am away
waiting to be reborn with the first ray of the Sun
signs for words
words for signs
shadow of the past smells like the funeral ahead
delayed sacrifice
why wake up to heavy thoughts
from before there was any fire
the bitter taste of circles
the frustration of asking for forgiveness
our featured God is dead
bring your own divinity from lowlands
wells of life get buried with ash
blood-stained hands
get bound
by the irreversibility of ruins and murder
you
walk the walk
Victorious
Glorious
mortified angels waitings in the wings to cede the power