We secretly hope that the
birds do not learn of God.
For they understand freedom too
well. And the caged birds
will squawk, quoting the bible,
crying out for absolution as
we smile maliciously.

Dark eyes pierce through our
souls, judging the same way
as the Devil, "Forget your
churches and move on. For
we all shall end up
in Hell." And we will
cower, quivering in fear.

We will be covered in
feather dander. Hiding within
sacred houses. They are cages
for God! Damnation awaits those
ugly cannibals. In The End,
there shall be pain. Nothing
really matters.