Last Letter

your god is a homeless a*sa*sin who roams the world to save he's digging for buried treasures he's leaving nothing but fields of graves the tears will fly like birds of vengeance the sky will bury us all the church bells will sound like sirens shrieking the hole will be dug for the fall through the smoke its now getting clearer who led us into the burning theater in through the rain of bodies and ashes and into the courtrooms of pitched blackness into the secret firing lines into the barbed wire dug in around our minds the tears will fly like birds of vengeance the sky will bury us all the church bells will sound like sirens shrieking the hole will be dug for the fall your god is dying much younger than Rome he's killed so many he can't go home your god's heart is a tumor now rotten born of a blood that's never forgotten and this is my last letter to you i'm walking the belt way and there's something i've got to do