Feeble pleas vomited in both tranquility and panic,
floating through imaginary channels to the ancient void.
Microscopic chemical reactions,
disguised as praise to the manifestation of fear and ignorance.
Hopeless prayers flying through their minds like flies around a corpse
who's burning flesh fuels the religious machine,
mass producing propaganda on an assembly line of holy war.
As they gaze upon the scarlet horizon of the final dawn expecting a long awaited answer,
as they let down their guard in the presence of faith,
the spiritual arteries of prayer will rupture from centuries of corrosion,
exposing the scalding light of trut