our lord and saviour

they burn churches trying to smoke out a saviour
trying to make an illusion answer for its crimes
ive lost all patience for the fools of this world
what do we do when debunking the myth becomes an obsession
suddenly everything has lost its spark
all thats left is bitterness
and a love for shoving it in their faces
whatever gets you out of bed in the morning
but what do you do when it doesnt work anymore
when the flowers lose their scent
and my eyes wont see color
everything is just circling the drain
the only thing that changes is my apathy
ever increasing contempt
and the world keeps getting slower