Laying in the fields
The covered man shows
Underground rituals and catatonic faith
Deceiving morals of an unheard god
Fisting off these transparent words
Resighting the feral ward
Exhaling fear, inhaling faith
Droning to have what isnt real
The covered man walks again
Trickling around in the waters of rebirth
The red spots dissipate so peacefully
And as her beheading...
Her scream echoes like her blood painting the sky
With vibrant faith and distant fear
Incoherent to the ensuement of life
The covered mans eyes are the window
Illuminating with madness and anger
At the seventh stone, the covered man walks
Underneath the skin of this man
Lies all sin of mankind
The beheaded lady, a replica of faith
Emancipating himself in his silhouette of darkness
The covered man shows no more