Christianity's Skin

Poison words to vacant soul
Appearing to mine ears...
Venom wraiths to bleeding heart
Lies blindly understood.
Decrepit wings on ashen ground
Supporting the inner fight
Where all is but a cauldron boiling,
Where everything is naught.

Things are not how people see;
The grasses green and lush.
Instead the earth is but blackened coal
Vegitation burned to dust.
People fondle with my past
Make up obscure lies,
But I see right through their pure skin
And everything they've tried.