The shattering sound of silence 

Debris of what was once a rich earth

Block by block hands labored of fortified minds

While those in command

Casted shadows from the sacred pulpit  

Maggots feeding on rotting corpses

Devouring tissues of divine sentiment 

Reincarnating the devil's will

The scratch hatches the parasite that infects the sound mind

Demons ready to feed 

To fill the thirst 

That the scape goat no longer quenches 

Both sides sharpen their knives

With fingers on triggers and buttons 

Ready to spill one and one's blood

Brothers lost in the search of the Promise Land

Seeking redemption