Virtuous Retribution

The echoes of oblivion
Crash into harmonious suppression.
Shattering the walls of worship
With an age of intolerance.
No spirits lay within the confines of
Virtuous retribution,
A hollowed structure bore through
The eternal light of existence.
Stale air of sin emanates
Through damp corridors
And crooked stairways,
Suffocating the flickering
Candles of a fabricated reality.

A blind man stands resilient,
Breathing in the empty
Souls of passing pestilence.
Preaching a falsification of
Integrity and honour.
Laying open within the crying
Eyes of the innocent child,
Locked deep in the warming
Heart of the lonely man.
These are the paths to infinity.
No holy being exists behind
Closed doors:
Only the devil is locked within.