Blood Taints God's Pudding

The black greasy crust scraped from the walls of my soul.

Blood taints God’s pudding

Inedible, inane

Praise raised with violence

In agony: Truth slain

 

Authority beyond that which is offered

Limbs of creation lay hewn on cold alters

As faltering souls sing in sick disarray

Sun sleeps beneath the smoke of the day

 

Blood taints God’s vintage

Befouled, besot

Faith based in hatred

With tragedy bought

 

Majority in chains of times and locations

Curdled lies scrawled upon pure salvation

As fumbling small minds think murder away

Sun sleeps behind the smoke of the day

 

Blood cakes God’s fingers

But not for His sin

Threaded in rhetoric

Sealed with dead “Amen!”

 

Imploring me to ask: Can Love caress hate?

And set my own evils in the offering plate.

As crumbling new Babel sends servants astray

Sun sleeps behind the smoke of the day

 

Broken in darkness, all mortals pray.

Sun sleeps behind the smoke of the day.

Reviews

[JacJak]

I can't really say much other than that this is really dark obviously. "Faith based in hatred"- I have some friends that claim to see faith that way too. Some of it is over my head, but I think the general gist of the images I get from the darker words are along the lines of what your saying.