Fallen Idols

So now you say that only the fallen idols can steal your pain

Like a scapegoat, or a conduit of loss?

What other words could move your soul

When marble statues spit venom in your ears?

Forsaken though we all are in the end

Still you wave your banner of redemption proudly, 

Shouting with a voice elated

That your fallen idols will triumph just the same,

Haughty while your message lingers

Cold and lonesome in the dark, 

Desperately it curls your fingers

Pointing out the infidels,

Wage your war if it makes you happy

But crucify me on another day, 

The sun is shining with rays like daggers

Piercing, touching, everything.