Sangre

Shivering silhouette
Who painted this bloody sunset?
A world revolving in machined grooves
Sufferings in fated pattern with arms out-flung
Caressed by steel pins through hands, feet and time
Where flies your thoughts to this or the next
Reflections reform after interruption
Shadows echoed throughout time
In this pool or that sea
The right to kill dictated by the right to judge
Waiting on cruciform tables lies the wreck of hypocrisy
Simplified:
What is right?
Crusade, War, Persecution?
Or random death?
Or even questions?
How about answers?
What are you afraid of?
Is that a tear on your cheek?
The earth will inherit the meek
The spear was a needle
Longinus wore a lab coat
The latest dying junkie
Fixed himself a fatal shot
When that wound sun sinks
And the ragged have shuffled home
And the silhouette grows, dies
It will be hard to imagine
But all who revere you meet despair in your eyes