Burning Devotion

The rows and pews, the uproar of pain Saint's can't tame Hold your hands, pray for the one up above-- confess your sins before the statue The symbol of beauty of grace and fatigue Let the veil lift from damaged eyes Call the Lord; the savior to all Fall to your knees A Holy sanctuary of angelic sinners Let the blessed come forth to the purest of light, have your love turn to anguish as the flames dance Tickling your skin Let it lap at the scraps like all rabid dogs; hungry for a taste-- one of blood Crystal white and lush velvet A cacophony-- one to clash, dance, form beauty One for the Devil to lust, one for the Lord in vain Bruised knees Pointed hands The screams are visible through stained-glass windows When it's all burning, we're all laughing the Sinners and Saints Our saviour watches from the ash, the smoke, the flecks of human No longer is Death a foe; only an old friend Once it's all gone, it reins