Too many things whisper holiness
for the times of when courage can’t save you
and love doesn’t mean much to capitalism
standing to the side like a pillar
as life is creeping out
we were told that these things happen
when the sky drops light like pieces of forever
destiny making its way back home
a solemn march to show these mortals
what purpose means
True, not everything can be forgiven
and the coins placed on the lips of the dead, well
theoretically, there’s nothing to fear
just dig your toes into the sand
they’ll take those feelings, too
Prayer is there when you’re not all too sure
that they can’t take the world
and sell the pieces back to us
as novelty toys and souvenirs
they go where our hearts used to be