Lines are erasing what’s left of your kind
Tearing your eyes and mangling your mind.
Step through the shadows
And stare through the light
Which blinds you so fiercely
And burns you so bright.
Kindly you walk in the lights of the city,
An army guns down your legs to the ground.
Quietly tearing your face from its plaster
And keeping you from being found.
Lost in the alleys,
Looking for a god.
Searching for friends
Who are beaten like dogs.
Keeping the world from obeying their orders,
But not to be found by the legion of gods.