Religion...Rage
where does religion lie as birds fly by the forefront of our wall spears in hand protecting sand shadowing our call is this our heart the art of self perception of our skin sliding scale smoke spattered vail we wallow in our sin a fire burns as mad men turn and ask if this is it now looking up we fill our cup and sip on mold and shit taste buds scream is this a dream as bone embraces pain sleep sets in we wake with friends all echoing our name believing lies in gorgeous eyes hope and sand take flight now counting cost we find were lost such beauty in the night religion is as religion does it keeps us in our cage relation calls and as fear falls he frees us from our rage .......... matt francis