Devoted lives
Fanatics with crosses at hand
Care about their burning world
In despair
Faith is a rock
Build home on the rock
Faith is not the god
Save home
Don’t touch this crown
It pricks
Not diamonds shine but thorns
I said thorns
There was a king
Remember
With blood on temples
Took over his wooden kingdom
Of justice that doesn’t exist
Leaving words that give prudence
Words being said by many
Still
Loathe the fair-tales
Litany of razor kisses
Will spread the world
Embracing homes with signed doors
C+M+B
