as this silence erupts, the faith becomes deafening
drowning all who oppose
and slaughtering the lost lamb.
we walk through the valley of solitude and darkness our whole lives,
never realizing it is the serpent that lights the way to personal salvation.
who will cry for the martyr when he himself is the only son?
we baptise our young in the river of guilt
and expect them to perform our miracles.
no, there are no miracles left in a world of one-trick-bibles
and disappearing saviors;
they were washed away in a 40 day flood of ignorance.