when across God your prayers scratch

the surface of his face, smile

because the roots of your hatred

have bled again for you

and bleeds more as their blood drips

and falls upon the bodies of the struggling ones

striving to live beneath the stone piles of hist'ries hates

history's continued battle-cries of the small and the great

of the gods we all strive to imitate and displace 

in the heaven of our immoral dreams

immortal plight playing at our feet as poisoned snakes

smile.  smile as the waters run

as the sun speaks to the haggling scars

kissing what would have been our horror-grace

waiting to rise with the buried one

now risen one

the buried one rising in our eyes as Sun