Shattered hearts with words like splinters, caught in a crossfire of authority figures.

Words like poison sharp to pierce, the thoughts and hopes of the vulnerable near.

Can you hear it in the streets? Is it in the people you meet?

Deceiving tongues disguised as good waiting the The ally’s….of the church halls.

Has sin really consumed them all? One bad apple and a bunch goes off?

Does your heart really beat for the lost? Are you really carrying the cross?

Harsh hearts that injure the unhealed, renovating minds trying to do up a building with fractured walls.

Climbing an illusion of reign, who Is the king of hearts?

Who holds the keys to unlock? To break chains of religious confides. Who owns the lands?

Who holds the destinies in their hands?

The maker of heaven and earth, the shaker and breaker not the snakes tongue that lashes out to its victims minds hiding behind a curtain like the wizard of oz, not the witchcraft shrouded in good dead’s and fake love.