The fires are lit

I have endured the inner war of my demons
I have faced the extreme freeze of my white dwarf heart
The spiralling black hole of my soul

And what would God say now?
If he knew the house he built has crumbled
The faded facade of my scarred face
Would he wrath?
Would he cry?
Tears bringing a second flood
Cleansing the world again
Too full of sin again
A chance again

And would death on his white horse
Ride into the world
With deafening laughter?
Raining pain down
On us who are in pain
On us who lie
To ourselves
Cause pain to others
Lie. Cheat. Betrayal in all forms
We betray ourselves
Fall upon rusty swords

I have endured the outer war of society
What would God say if he was still alive?
What would he do, looking at us now?

And will my savage heart pause
To wonder where these bloodlines pulse from?
My heart that aches and leaks from the puncture wounds sustained by time

The heat is unbearable here
It closes around you like a cloak
Clasped tightly with the metallic sting of blood
Clotted to a thick paste
Where there’s no room to breath
Save gulps of torrid air
Keeping lungs full of polluted gas
Feeding our own polluted existence
Scum marks around our dirty souls
They were clean once
New once
They shone
Once
Now we try to find happiness where we can
In this black sand
In this black land
But this scorched earth is dead
Our lives scatter
Together alone

The lyrical beauty of the word
Consumed by fire
The burning anger of the politicians
The poisonous hatred of the people
A bubbling cauldron of anger
Stirred by the devils of our own insecurities
Redeem us now
Forgive us
We who have been unforgiving
We who walk by the vagrants, the lost dogs, the cries for help
For money or time or both
We have neither
None for them
While the donkey breaks his back to carry his load
And the rider takes up his reed
And beats the last will out of his bony carcass
The carcass of us
The bloody mess of our flayed skin
Religion and society and scornful self hatred; the torture weapons we use against ourselves
When we need to feel something

Now the fires are lit
Flaming high into the night
A beacon
Declaring to all
‘Stay away. We are forsaken’

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