Listen To the Scythe

Nobody listens to God anymore... even the pontiff has an ear of salt and stone. Cherry cheeked cherubs play frisbee with their halos the masses display sin like a cheap brooch as those four horsemen are surely approaching. Our collective conscience has crumbled to shadow butterfly and finch song crushed by ego ogres. Nobody listens to God anymore~ They've made the creator into comic cliché. Placed the nose of a clown on his pristine face. With a swipe of graffiti sweet mother nature defiled - defaced~ Nobody listens to God anymore... until the scythe scratches Saint Peter's door.