"And I Learned To Curse Your Name"

 Beneath the cold and the hollow devine
Oh the wicked stars! See how they shine!
The sleepless dreams of dead cities cry
Like those who endlessly breathlessly lie 

Where the pure of heart succumbed to pain
Let them bathe their souls in the tumultuous rain 
That they may leave neither stench nor stain
For the light of god has abandoned their frame
 
And their language wanders beyond control 
And their ideas are wrenched out from the skull 
I earned my mark and at last have laid claim
I have separated the sin from the shame 

In an unattended grave where no words escape
And the dead cities below once found their shape
Hear the bombs that set their towers aflame
As I stretch my arm with intent to maim

Set on my path with a ruthless haste 
Lips will again recall the taste  
Of words spoken to the def in the dark 
As fear and loneliness leave their mark 
I have renounced the hurt and blame
And I have learned to curse your name