Belief

Scratching claws and snouts full of fangs,
Fields drenched with blood by jealousy pangs,
Life is a flower and people are fallen petals,
Massly possessed by our inner devils.
Destruction of humanity through our stupidity,
Ashes will be laid with rare solemnity,
Drifting astray in urban wilderness,
Waiting for our executioner with great impatience.
Colorful collars decide about our lives,
Chilling touch and words as sharp as knives,
Rudeness, wealth as well as deceit,
Is the dull routine of the church fleet.
Smart pigs in suits establish laws,
Devouring opponents with unscrupulous claws,
Quaffing beverages in clouds of smoke,
Extreme nonense uttered by that moke.
We live in the dark, but we see the light,
A bright star that will guide us through the night,
Our faith and belief shall be repaired,
While happiness and joy will be shared.