Blood-Stained Religion Poem by Heart Of Ink

Living in a time where humanity's
The trademark of big companies
And underground revolutionaries
Of the 21st century

Looking for a place where art's
Expressed through the heart
When everything's falling apart
There's no escaping the dark

And our true nature comes out
We've been spitting on our own ground
Yes, i'm old enough to understand now
The truth about my blood-stained religion

Living in a time where media's
the weak-structured area
Of everyone's fear and failure
Our blood-sucking warriors

Yes, i'm old enough to be mad about
The truth about our blood-stained religion

Because i'm caught in the middle of it all
And everytime I wake up to this giant wall
Are people's eyes, are people's minds
Too jaded to hold, to love and accept?
Oh, why am I alive with no decent respect?

Yes, i'm old enough to be sad about
The truth about my dead, raped religion

And you're not alone in this war
And you're not the only one on the floor
Drifting between the ocean and the shore
Disenchanted and broken, singing some
Middle-eastern hymn

In a world where money is safe
In a world where everyone's fake
I discovered that i'm but a victim
Of blood-sucking politicians

And their undeniable greed
Is what took away my needs
And their weapons and toys
Are what costs me my voice

Because I believe in a God
Who doesn't believe in noise
Or blood-stained religion
Dead, raped religion