Shivering silhouettenWho painted this bloody sunset?nA world revolving in machined groovesnSufferings in fated pattern with arms outflungnCaressed by steel pins through hands, feet and timenWhere flies your thoughts to this or the nextnnReflections reform after interruptionnShadowa echoed throughout timenIn this pool or that seanThe right to kill dictated by the right to judgenWaiting on cruciform tables lies the wreck of hypocrisynnSimplified:nWhat is right? Crusade, War, Persecution? Or random deathnOr even questions?nHow about answers?nWhat are you afraid of?nIs that a tear on your cheek?nThe earth will inherit the meeknnThe spear was a needlenLonginus wore a lab coatnThe latest dying junkienFixed himself a fatal shotnnWhen that wound sun sinksnAnd the ragged have shuffled homenAnd the silhouette grows, diesnIt will be hard to imaginenBut all who revere you meet despair in your eyes n