On Destruction

11/04/2016
09:04

So you're paving your man-made holy name through concealed obscenity, violence, and bomb drops.

Reciting verses from the green book, cursing acid, praising your Lord in foreign languages, screaming peace while burning bridges.

Tell me what kind of Saint are you?

You come in handy, fifty thousand is not many, the tip of your fingers are burning in rage while you rip open your modest jewelry and show the nakedness of your misleading agony.

Your faux prayers are still echoing through cables and signals.
Screeching through tear gases and teardrops.
Asking us, sinners, to destruct ourselves, bleed to death, and oh does it feel good to hurt each other?

You told me that you're defending God. You told me that it's not okay to dismember his words.

But I found God riding shotgun in my dirty car. Smoking cigarettes, killing time, leaving scars.
In his blue jeans and piercing eyes he exhales peppermint smoke to the sky.
"They're wasting their time"

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