Trigger Warning: god Is Not Capitalized

 

Beware of the murder that follows you 

It hides under the guise of love

And safety 

But that gun

Pointed at your reason for existence 

Shot 

Five bullets total 

Two          in the head

Three 

In         the         torso 

Too many years too young to look up the police report that

Always gave more information 

Than your mother explaining what it means to be 

Gone

From the family that needed you most 

But people aren’t the only things that can be killed 

Every one of their deaths inscribed in tombs the living couldn’t count

Don’t hide behind that bible 

Placed precariously close to the monsters under your bed 

There’s no other place to try to hide the demons inside 

When the closet is full 

It’s already too late for heaven 

If the people you love are destined for Hell 

Murder follows you, weren’t you warned

And didn’t Nietzsche ever tell you

god is dead 

There’s no hope 

Left 

Beyond Lucifer’s Broken

Halo