Is this my home?
Are these my streets?
Is this the evil's dome?
Am I the evil within?

Hey Father,
I Killed a man today
I saw the fear in his eyes
The sweat on his body
When my knife touched his flesh
I heard his aches
When my knife tasted his blood
I felt his wound
I heard his screams
I was watching him bleed,father
I was watching him die
I was watching him escaping
I saw the evil in his eyes
I saw me
That was me father, the evil
The red cape
The ghost.
I feel fresh,
I feel new
I'm finally someone in this crowd now
I'm finally what the world wanted me to be
I'm humanity.
I've got the pure spirit on my hands,
The blood
I've torn apart humanity's biggest lie,
The Gita, The Quran, The bible
whatever they call it.
I'm strong now, father
I'm God.
I am you.

But
I still remember her 
The beauty of her skin
The peace in her arms
The moments of solace with her soul.
I still remember her
When I was her life
And she was mine
When I was her poem
And she, my words
When love was our god
And we, the wine.
I still remember her
The way I left her
The way I never came back
The way, She died.
I still remember her
The beauty of her skin
The poison in my eyes
The peace in her arms
The vendetta in my soul
The moments with her essence
The wrathful blood in my heart.
but I hope she forgets me her,
Me, the virtuous vile.

I've seen people die
People die with hunger,
People die in the cold air
I've seen people die
Begging for humanity
How are they less than us
Because of the green leaf?
Or is it because thier cottons are shabby?
Or is it because they never started off as us?
I've seen people die,
I've seen you die, father
When the god was sleeping in its dome.
When the world was serving cake, lighting candles
When the world was worshipping the caretaker,
When the world was worshipping the peacemaker.
I've seen people die,
When they tried to speak the truth
When they wanted to please god.
When darkness was killing the bright sunshine
When the songs were killed by the battle cries.
When corpses couldn't find its home.
I've seen people die,
When the god was sleeping in its dome.


The days are bleak, night long
I stand here all day , all night
To keep my men away from the hungry dog
Surrounded by this barb wire
Holding a six pound metal
In my bloody arms
I hear the birds chirping
I see the sun glistening
But its not beautiful.
Because when I see through the vision long lost
I see how I killed my brother
I see how I killed god.
What have we become
I think sometimes.
What do we want
I wonder sometimes.
Is it the gold, Iask
Is it the power, I ask
But I know , there's no one to listen
I know, there's no one to save us.

So get down upon your knees
Fiddle with your rosaries
Bow your head with great respect
And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect!

© Sagnik

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