Praying for apocalypse day and night
Calling the birds to feast upon the slain
This world and its character gone from sight
“The meek shall inherit the earth,” is their refrain.
These do not grasp the darkness of their dream
“We are God’s happy people,” they insist.
Tired, tortured eyes betray souls that scream
Rot and ruin corrupt their very midst.
“Do not question, do not doubt. Believe all!
Hide who you are out of fear of God’s wrath.”
God is not the judge-they heed their own call
Knocking all sinners who stray from the path.
Their threats are empty, their vengeance is scant
Away bondage! “Free at last,” I incant.