like
dogs in
the kingdom of rain , like the
disappeared or the dying,
the kingdom of rain , like the
disappeared or the dying,
we
are lost here
we
are weeping on the
bloodstained
steps of the
catholic church
catholic church
we
are walking down
rust-streaked
valleys of
corrugated
steel, and do you believe
in
the burial grounds that exist
beneath
these abandoned parking lots?
have
your children
begun
to hate you as much as
you
hated your own father?
picture
a dead letter office
filled
with their prayers
picture
your heroes grown
old
and irrelevant
accept
christ all you want but
don’t
think that fucker
will
ever have time for you
it
isn’t who you kill but
what
you believe
it’s
never what your reasons are
but
how good you look on
the
cover of a magazine
gotta
smile up into the dying sun
gotta
let all that pain
flow
straight through you
won’t
ever feel any better than you
do
at the moment of release
