Shadow of the cross

Once again you empty walls
The only ones who hears my calls,
The stories of the darkness falling
To the times of pain returning,
The songs of hatred heralding high
Under the burden of the cross

As the tears flow to all unseen
I think of a life that might have been,
Had I not 'chosen' this dark pathway
A choice in which I had no say

Where my ears are left to bleed
With a chorus of laws I need to heed
By those who carry the mighty cross

And on the pulpits ever grand
The righteous all so smugly stand,
Above those who cry but are not heard
And not a single heart is stirred

And they shout decrees
Of the golden rules
To be followed by downtrodden fools
Who live to carry the cursed cross

And yet I shout to the angry crowd
"How can such hatred be allowed?
Don't you preach the one who knew just love?
Whose castle shines like stars so high above?"
But the anger drowned out my needless plea
For they stand with those who built the cross

And while I run to save my life
From the god who rules by knife
I try to save my brothers who
Knew the end was coming too

The new doctrine decreed
That all love and life and liberties
Fall to the rule of theocracies
And those who raised the sacred cross.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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