Vandalists

Where are those who say to love and trust in god unconditionally? Where are they when situations start to shift? Where are those who gather in the masses and choose to sit and dwell on themselves? Where are those righteous people who swear to know their father, but choose to be others karma? Who are those who prey on their knees and ask for others to vanish so they can be free?

Who are those who manifest in hatred and greed? Who are they? The one’s who hide from themselves, like quivering dogs. The ones with the “deed” to heaven, but hold no keys to their hearts. Who are they? Where are they? The ones who protect themselves from hell, but claim to trust in the father. Where are they? The ones trying to control the outcome of life after death.

The soulless are here. They go to church everyday. They obey like sheep but scatter like roaches. Who are they? Where are they? They’re the cowards hiding behind the words—spray painted on the asphalt in pretty powdered blue. Where is their father? Far, far, away.