A Martyr Left Alive

Bless us with lost blood
No sacred skin remains above a waiting grave
On faith and with fanged teeth
Angels starved will feed

Spared of sacrifice, unrepentant
Into rotting arms we flee
Severing the serrated wings
Used to burden the bereaved

Famine fell like rain
From desecrated skies
To bathe its thirsted tongue
With the tears of those survived

To the sky, I prayed
For flesh not yet decayed
I wept when heaven let them die

The holier the thief
The heavier we grieve
Hallowed be a martyr left alive

Bless us with lost blood
Inheritance of pain, a satiated grave
Stained by fate and false belief
Angels starved will feed

To the sky, I prayed
For flesh not yet decayed
I wept when heaven let them die