Prey Like Us III

Stuttering through lies,

     A complex of white prayers, Time spent alone stuttering over psalms, Part ways with judgement left behind on the pew, Stumbling cowardice existence of an unholy gossip blight ridden pacifist, A loneliness creed mumbled amidst strangely dim sullen deformed voices chanting about symbols and metaphor of ill design to hide the hypnotics, Flatter heaven whilst denouncing every signal of fate to change, Scared to live while you wait, Cowards of heaven live a hypocrite feeble existence of depleting God for the debts you adore enthroned in an epicentre of the heart's inhumane conditioned now to watch the world crash.

     Hate black sheep searching through a hollow of mist for a depleted God, hesitate a stammer between the mirror's of eternity's gates, Witness the self incriminating mortal idealists on the fence of virtue you're living life idles itself in faith to; a destiny of debt, material whore-mongering earthly sullen hearted sorrows, save for Sunday's half past ten pacifist turn the key to drive single flick movement, turn of rage's malarkey at the reasons you'll be late for a pew that bears no name but the citizenry wouldn't be comfortable lest you disappear from your seat in the hypnotic strangely dim atmosphere of shadow where the orchestra plays anthems of the world's funeral of prey on fire as a shepherd leads you astray.

     Zone out to a feeble convincing pendulum before the throne labelled pulpit where stands an endowed servant, A coward of heaven's integrity, Monarch of the podium holds no moral opinions on a guide to living acceptance but in his hand is an unprotected threat on repetitive seek and penetrate prey over two minutes thrusting in children and its voice seethes an empty inescapable breath of infinity's shores, a tide of bank draft loans a fortune's twisted to appease, an ocean's deadly tidal wave's green dark ideology of 'pray hard enough in faith and wait to see.'

This is a tale of heaven on earth, our current hell