God..We Have Murdered

I was walking by the Battleground,
Where swords were drawn yesterday;
Amid the river of blood,
Human shapes lay massacred,
In the name of Faith.

I looked long enough-
At the pool of blood,
To know which Faith had bled.
But all blood looked the same,
And talked of the same pain.

I walked past the battlefield,
Where Faith clashed with Faith;
I found God Murdered there,
And the Faith Stone-dead.


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