Leviathan's Trench

I fell to my knees and prayed to the empty

They give them names but to me they're nameless

They embody what it is to breathe with plastic airways

Hope hangs on like air in a punctured lung

It only goes one way, and is never reciprocated

Crowns are bestowed upon the heads of an omnipotent eminence

We whisper into shrines elevated in worship

While men and woman build trenches, piling body upon body, sourcing out the sacrificed for tangible salvation...

I fell to my knees and prayed to the empty

Paradise comes in one size fits all, but be wary of the sins you commit, or you'll find that's merely a tagline...

Bow down to the empty and fill your mind with the gallop of our contortion

It only makes sense when you repent

Salvation comes when you let go of earthly things

You're wrong for believing joy is what makes you sing

Let go and believe or salvation will look less like golden gates and more like burning pyres...

The lower you sink to your knees the taller they seem to stand, rising higher...

And as the world burns, we bleed from our fingers pulling thorns from their crowns...

I fell to my knees and prayed to the empty

…and when I did hell was neither Sulphur nor ash...

…heaven was neither blinding nor perpetual...

When I opened my weary eyes, no drums tolled, no gates opened, and the ground did not shake...

But the wall of our piling and lost seemed godly, and leviathan...a shrine for them...

...as they truly intended