One moment a dark room
A bright blinding bike ride
Clouds cover a multitude of eyes
Whispers can be heard for miles at a time
With pearly doors and posts
Silence stands while noise falls
Flashes of pink, blue, yellow
I can’t hear the lips speaking in front of me
Gifts covered in shiny colored paper
Thinking about rising men
Tired of all of this
They stole my people.
They stole my time!
Who really cares about a person rising from the dead?
This worship is not towards me
Bring back the yummy sacrifices
Bloods, guts, and MY adornment
i miss all of my children
why won’t you worship me
why won't you come to me