COLD & GRAY
by Capital· from Givers Takers
Active imagination, stations of the cross. Kneeling, counting on beads. Hail Mary's and prayers for the lost. Class war in the pews and the aisles, a rally cry for the faith that's been lost. Hopelessly devoted to statues and men of the cloth. I've seen a passion in you. Unwavering faith in what's true. Coins in the basket till your satin lined casket, shiny and new! It gets put in sacred ground, like Christ in his burial shroud. But in three days you will not be waking up. No ascension into heaven, no tombs rocks breaking up. And in the end we will all be cold and grey.