.

a dead man gave to me life, in his words
flooding my outstretched hand
a wounded heart carries the weight of the world
traversing a monochrome land
and i wonder why
(while i sit, they die)
you and i cannot fly

cry
cry!
oh mother of death!
let the quilt that you wrap 'round our souls
rise out of mass graves
(churches and banks)
to suffocate all for which you give thanks
to halt the advance of the bloodthirsty ranks
and smother, smother, (smother!)

begin!

change?terror
love?never
smoke and the sun are all that remains
but it rains
it rains
sweet and furious it rains
dark and glorious it rains

and
slowly
i bare my palm to the ground