within and without

the cold wind blows...cuts thru me like a knife...chill to the bone...lonely is colder than any wind that ever blowed and it cuts deeper than any blade could reach...and I bleed...I bleed out on the concrete...a trail of bright red splotches of sunshine that will evaporate and acend on high, a swirl of smoke up to the sky...bleeding like the firstborn lamb on the fourth of July...
Dying from the inside out...held captive by the beast...bleeding internally on the street...lost in the maze of empty created by the hands of slaves who die in the shadows of the towers they have built from bricks of mud and straw...the beams of iron ore...the ceders of lebenon...We die among the modern marvels of man-kind...clutching our nothing and holding it tight...we slave under the rod and staff of a false shepherd... a king who raises himself on throne above the earth and claims an authority higher than the Sun...how many generations will slave in chains and fetters forged by our own hands before we realize that the earth is ours? When will the meek inherit the earth? They claim to possess that witch belongs to all...They claim jurisdiction over our land...our seas...even our bodies and possessions...they write their 'law' on tables of stone that they heave upon the heads of my people...Woe to those who seat themselves on a throne above the earth, endevoring to rule over their fellow man with their iron sceptors, writing their 'laws' on tables of stone that they heave upon the heads of the people...they are preists of darkness...claiming to possess the 'knowledge of good and evil'...Curses be upon your heads...fuck you and your god and your nations...with blood on your hands you stand in judgement of the rightous...
festering wounds never had a chance to heal...the bandits raid outside while the theif breaks in to steal...the bleating of the lamb is silenced by the blade...god requires blood for the remission of sins and they high priest recieves the choicest cuts of the meat...
I shiver in the cold, run for cover from the rain...nobody knows my fears, no one knows my pain...that cold wind blows, blood frozen in my veins,and lonely stabs me deeper than any blade could ever reach.