something had to be done
you disappoint the family, you become a problem,
a problem that has to be dealt with.
so i had this job
i took my faith out for a little talk
abandoned schoolyard, filled to emptiness
with garbled echoes of long gone boom babies
bouncing off walls of stucco and time
the place was perfect
in a field half grass, half weeds
not a living soul to witness the deed
not even mine
how do do this,
execution style in the back of the head?
no, not for him
grim cold smile
staring right into his eyes
the job was done
a shallow grave, he was so small
fitting death for a traitor
stinking bastard faith
then the shithead got his revenge
grave stomped and weapon stashed ...
the voices
a choir of hope
spectral and spectacular
singing a vision of a rescued world
into my mind
jesus fucking christ
where was this hope when i needed it?
damn choir will not
shut
up
traitorous treacherous faith
eternal vengeance
his song haunts my every breath
he laughs at me
he knows, and knows i know
now that he's a ghost
i can't kill him again.