movements

I. Sin

Springtime sins are winter justices,
Weighted with half-truth and a heretic's prayer.
Who will save this betrayed soul? I cannot
Find what I've only wanted.
He's gone from me, the promise broken:
Though it be a promise unspoken.
I'll make my own truth.


When I was a girl, my voice
Never carried any meaning. My words,
They meant nothing. Now I am a woman,
And my cry for justice is heard.


Where is God now? He has gone
Away from me. Where was that gentle master
When my kin cried out for His compassion?
I say now, God has left this place. I am justice.
Say your prayer, speak it false, reverend,
There is no one there to listen.
Build your life around the lie; and
Hold in your sorrow when He is silent.


Where is this God now?
He is my only deity. And I. It is fool's hope
To believe in such things.
But my earthly idol has also fled me. I'll
Judge the wicked, and save him from his sin.

II. Truth

I say it. God is dead. His children
Are orphans, abandoned to find their own way.
His teachers are corrupt, lost to His words,
More wicked than those they claim to speak Salvation for.
I look, weary, to the heavens;
But all I see is shadowed and broken.


The fires of Hell are burning here; turn back
Judges of a forgotten God, your words are
Useless; the Devil has already claimed this place.
Who are you to do what you have; whose justice
Do you uphold? Corruption has no place,
In the hearts of those who claim to be men of God.

Return to your comforts, leave us to wrestle
In our own sins. Count your own, and save yourselves.
Maybe something will grant you mercy. Hypocrites, Sinners
You believe the words of a whore; raise up the wicked
And rejoice in all you've done. Force a lie to save a
life already lost. If this is right, if
This is justice, then I'll say it.

God is dead.

Someone...grant us peace.

III. Mercy

Oh, Lord, where are you? If ever
There were a darker hour, even in the
Garden, I beseech you; give us your
Eternal wisdom. Take from us the true
Devils, and save these poor souls.


Vengeance is no justice, but we have
Seen it as such. What fools we are, to have
Paid homage to the words of a liar, to grant
The Demon our ear, and hold her soft words as truth. I
Pray to you now, break these men of their spell,
And let them see Your eternal truth. What Job walks
Among us now, that You cast such terrible wrath upon him
And hold him to pay for his single blemish? In his
Moment of truth, he is held the most guilty of all.

I beseech you, O Lord, let us have Your Light. I spoke to soon,
And fear that this may be my doing. But I only
Sought truth. You have shown me; why is it
Hidden, now? The guilty accuse, and we have
Turned this world to its own hell to find the
Sinner's truth. Your saints perish, Lord.
In this darkness, I falter. Your word is no comfort to me,
And I fear that in my heart I be a traitor, too.
Your fortress is crumbling, Lord, your priests corrupted. Even now
We sing a blood-smeared hymn for the whore
Who loved her man to the grave.
Grant us Your infinite wisdom, Lord, I fear we cannot
Survive on our own. Give Your children grace,
And accept those who come to You. Let us see
Our faults, and give us the strength to do what
Is right.

The fires the burning here in Salem town, Lord,
I beg you, Heavenly Father; let us find the
Moment of truth, for I fear naught else will
Save us. Touch us, Lord, our hands are
Stained with the blood of the innocent.

How long will You be silent? I judge You not,
For Your will is pure and good. But I cannot
Stop the questions that hide
In the depths of my bloodstained heart.
How many more must die until their
Narrow desires will be satisfied?
These lambs are but pawns, my God,
And I am alone, useless in the darkest hour
Before dawn.

Save these souls, Master, I beg You,
My faltering voice grows weaker, and
I fear that my words will soon fall to silence.

Your will be done, Lord,

Amen.

-fin

Notes: The only writing I have from High School that doesn't make me want to gag. Huh.