Reside profoundly in doubt, earned ignorance buys a ticket to hell. A brush stroke tinted with idolization turned to worship, paints within the smallest of lines; static color. The path has been hidden as long as we’ve touched the soil. Unbroken, waiting for turbulent footsteps to find their mark. When heaven sent us home, we ended further from the hardships of virtue. Devising disordered rules of our own. Pray, the faith you have found helps you know the way. You pay for bones in the ground and eternal salvation. Give in to the crippling crutch of original sin. Redemption is sold at the door of the charlatan. Forgive all we’ve forgotten ingrained deep in our souls. Unconscious doctrine forged a crack in the mold. Bias taught them casting stones from the pulpit grants protection. All the children have drowned, immersed in holy water. No one here made a sound as all our sons and daughters closed their eyes. Guided with eyes blinded by small minds. Blight has disguised bodies of starlight.