When the night becomes too dark

for even the blackest of souls

the sky that burned fire

will be extinguished with a whisper

and the stars will refuse to shine

the gods will speak to a world

that refuses to listen

We run like children in the streets

paved with greed and self indulgence

playing with toys much too expensive

for small hands to touch

hearts expendable and souls for sale

we never listen, we never...listen

to the inner voice that warns

the coming is just a breath away

Religion lies and priests molest little boys

I refuse to pray to the statue of stone

that my mother put all her faith in

the little beads that she counted daily

never heard her pleas

she couldn't breathe and no one cared

the angels danced above her

mocking her act of contrition

When the day arrives for reckoning

what jesters bag will hold the answers

to the rhetorical questions never asked

this is an abstract world

I believe Janice when she said

freedom is just another word

for nothing left to lose

Are you ready for the rapture

is your soul pure and cleansed

do you believe that god will save your soul

do you put your trust in the unknown

when towers are allowed to disintegrate

crushing the very reason that you believed

I will not bruise my knees

upon the altar of penance

begging for forgiveness

when the rain keeps falling

the acid burns my skin

the promise of tomorrow

is as ambiguous

as the pot at the end

of this rainbow

I call my life

Don't pray for me

don't pray for me

I have accepted the

truth that is in front of me

clear as glass I see

that this reality

was simply a dream