Wings

The bird with its blue wings,
Flaps wildly on its broken song.
A note rings out,
and the note falls down.
The bird smiles,
As it floats upside down.
When it rights itself,
The sadness returns on back.
And the bird crashes to the earth.

The bird crawls upon the earth,
trying as it can to maneuver home.
Finding itself alone,
It cries for some hope of redemption.
But alone it stays,
Shamed for the shames of it faults.
It moves on through the brush,
As predators come upon it from the dusk.
And devour it with brutality.

And in the heavens the birds soul goes,
As it flies rightly,
In a justified light.

It Sicketh Me

Your poison words are monstrous to those you can suffice
They'll drop down dead and die when on your snake eyes are on our dice
The fabled truths of untruth prevent them from clawing out
But as the gasses fill the room they knew not what they did
As they reflect on the life passing through their glass eyes
They see the lies they led, and the people they bled out
And through their destruction they were brought by confessions
And guilt trips, and they know now, they ruined their families
Sons and daughters were shunned and rebuked
Other relatives all but cast aside or chastised,
They tried to tell the world how to live life just and right
While judging them, in what their fellows said was just speaking truths
they spit in the eye of the non-believer and then asked if they'd like to come inside
Spouting filth about the extreme violence, that they of course could never do,
But put into a box, and then boxed into a corner, they should murder their way through and through,
Claiming that in their persecution they were justified in their murder
When all the flamboyant wanted was to give them a welcoming hug
False prophets made powerful, and controlling over a congregation
Spew themselves upon their fellows, and the fellows lapped it up.