Ocular

Eyes sewn shut.  Mouth stitched closed.  Crippled hands over your bleeding ears.  Nonexistent.  Who do you think you are?  You've dug your own grave, but at least you'll find your peace...six feet under.  There's a wall between you and society; ignorance is no cohort.  Look at the monster you've given birth to as he feeds on your flesh.  What have you done?  How could you change the world when you're no longer part of it?  The blood of murder is in the dirt, while lust and greed lords the earth.  Tears are shed for hope that's lost, while you are whoring out the cross.  When will you realize the mistake that you've made?  Lord, have mercy on our ignorant hearts and deaf ears.