Glaring Light - Dirge

The bright arch weep on our grief

Corrosive breath

Reddish trails lick the skin

Gnawing rust

Sickness flickers all around

Poisoned wings draw rotting wounds

Burned tissues, scorched lung

Staring at a glaring sky

Standing in those blinding lights

Praying hands, fingers crossed

Wait in vain

For a brand new Christ…