/Run: Glitch

Concrete wombs house
The last remnants of
This orphaned generation
And if the innocent
Are assayed
For execution
Then who would dare
Tax Depravity

If this is our war (if this is the end)
Then on our hands and knees (we shall)
Writhe through the streets
Dousing it with our blood
Denouncing the name
Of the one false god

Deus ex machina
Mocks tragedy
From within
The shelter of reality
The gears of divine order
Will grind screaming shapes
To vermeil grease

Where stands benevolence
When malevolence
Stares us right in the eye?

Mistaken Splendor
Cusps the bounds
Of genocide
Holding on
Dragging humanity
Along the road
Into perdition
While peeled fingers
Reach back to Sodom.

Scales balances
By the blood
Of conflict
Is grasped
By those who
Are crushed
Under its weight