Divine mouthpieces and crushed marionettes
Tainted carnation skies
Pedals of skin and tears
Softly under splintered foot
Green stained glass
Slandered
Exiled
Buying the bovine prophets
Surges of injustice and two-faced shades of gray
And I tilt my eyes up
Moisten my lips
And catch the crashing fumes
Of a world with a tired pulse