RMC

Orange flame in a crypt,
where the Priest prior said quick
is the day where we play
but eternity is eternally equipped.

I see the souls walk everday
screaming, anger and fury stays
in the mind I find memories far back
that now I think them eclipse this day.

Heap on the pile of bones
all you held precious or condoned.
You will take that energy with you
to the final resting stone.

The chemicals between our breath,
the energy of your hate
and all the emotions that dissipate
out of our minds we let turn to fate.

Hurt is the earth,
pain is her ultimate cry.
We see it in the seas and trees,
and I see disregard in your eye.

Tell the Lord to turn his face
back and see our burning souls.
Ask him to help me help me remember
things that I don’t control.

He has heard my cry before.
I’ve begged his ear many times
and feel blessed some
but mostly I feel like a crime.

Birth me on this earth,
that reptiles slithered and roamed.
Wipe out all the life that’s here,
Lord do you still us condone?