These pillars of faith are thin,
Breaking away to nativities nuances.
Bearing soul is no longer kosher
And smiles are smeared softly.
Age carries anvils of doubt
Wrought with sliding sanity.
Folly are these simple origins
Based upon killer's catwalks.
Carrying these parasite's host
Weights heavily on order's back.
Sealed skin reveals veins of disbelief
Wandering as faith walks far away.
These seams seep through.
The blood pours on the wicked,
Breaking material bonds,
Connecting the newborns with sampled sorrows.