Severed Tongue Of The Damned

Perhaps the angels...
Will not sing our song.
Perhaps we will be shed of life
Unaware of identity all along.

We danced around the fires
Screaming in this hell.
Condemned to judgements
Suffering voiceless we fell.

Gods shaped in our image
From the heavens fell.
Models of worship victimize
Failing to see the humanity
In each other's eyes.