They reach out to save
A carcass, three days decaying,
And profess themselves as saints.
But they know the carcass is not the dead one.
They are.

"If we save this tainted soul, will our blemishes flee?"

The rain is infected
T
he blood is clear
And swords clash
With piercing whispers
While the helping hand
Lays harm upon the innocent

They spurn the shadows,
Though harmless they may be,
And brand them as spawn of Darkness.
But they know the shadows are not the immoral ones.
They are.

"If we exclude evil from our life, will it depart also from our hearts?"

The rain is infected
The blood is clear
And swords clash
With piercing whispers
While the helping hand
Lays harm upon the innocent

They turn their back on the populace
To shelter their young
From others' destructive views and beliefs.
But they know the populace is not destructive.
They are.

"If we destroy the world's evil, can we rid ourselves of filth?"

The rain is infected
...innocence shattered and torn
And the blood is clear
...diluted evil falls around us
And swords clash
...the fight against evil calls for brutality
With piercing whispers
...don't disturb the serenity of silence
While the helping hand
...reach out and rescue those you hate
Lays harm upon the innocent
...emotional scars can always mend

Put on your painted porcelain masks tinged with gold
Wear them as much as you like
Until it becomes affixed to your visage

But, remember this:
Let it fall for one moment, and it will break,
And we will see what is truly beyond the ceramic sheild.
It would haunt both our dreams.