Hammers

A bleak portrait drips down the wall,
A defaced image looking backward through time.
The painting shows up all the flaws,
That hide the rot inside your heart.
A single spider dies slowly,
Trapped inside your liquid filth.
You sit inside a prison,
Walled inside your defaced mind.
I'll make you get down on your knees,
Break and fastening your drying skin.
Then together we will make a pattern,
Weave a newer world from all their lies.
Say hail to God and Jesus,
They always put us in our place.
A nightmare of their creation,
A broken train of thought going out of control.
Who is left to save us all?
When there's only you in control.
Who is left to pick up the pieces,
When we're the ones with the hammers?