Isaiah 25:8 

Faces painted in anguish

Dangerous ash in the broken sky

Changing our trust in a lie


Gunshots are marked within us

Just like the wounds we cannot bear


Scars are coated with fresh blood again and again

Hands are bathing into dirty mud

The battles they try to fight

But they’re losing


Will there be a change,

Will there be a blessing from heaven?,

So we will fall down onto our tired knees in respect,

(And we don’t think.)


Because dear God,

We are bleeding empty in this world that’s also a cracked sink

And the gunshots and their bullets are bursting through our heads

Dear God, all of this hurts..


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