Hey you
Saints, prophets, tzadikim, angels and the virgin mother - what’s her name,
Whichever heavenly department is responsible for this hell,
Don’t tell me you didn’t know,
Don’t tell me you didn’t see,
Are you afraid to soil your tender wings in human blood?
Don’t be afraid - we’re there to protect your peaceful slumber, your decadence and bliss.
But those who pull the trigger - are they shaped
in Holy image too oh Lord our G-d?
We aren’t gonna let you sleep - like we’re not sleeping
All church bells are tolling
Don’t you dare look away!
The angels of defiance are brandishing their swords against the hordes of darkness,
They aren’t going to surrender
And when they’re done we’ll turn to you and ask you questions
Don’t tell us you were busy taking a smoke break in Eden
Because We won’t believe you anymore
March 9, 2022
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