Human kind, like a mass that covers, making rules, teaching death, has come to this point in a hurry, making mountains into mines. You cradle love for an hour, then stretch out time for drunks, sipping on blood that honours, for a child you bore by accident is now a pride.
This church I am in, like wading through corpses, nailed me down to boards. I was told I am growing like a virus, through hands and eyes that never solve. The goals we made to tear a light, we cause a stain, we sit and shout, like animals that pounce about, waiting for a weakness.