At Night

They kill each other

In the name of god

They fight.

Then, they say

That love is not right.

They preach against pained ones.

They haunt those who are haunted

And laugh,

Point fingers.

"Get the devil out of her!"

Shouts of ignorance.

Signs of self hate.

She knows what they're made of;

The preachers, the talkers,

And so, in a moment of truth,

A moment of fate,

She takes the form of the devil

And dances.

Self peace.

They throw crosses

And knives

At the form of the devil.

She laughs because she's run out of tears

At night

While the preachers talk

She's just a frail girl

Dancing with her tears.