The Sinners and the Saints

The savior graces you,

we were bound to lose. 

Each little fragment,

of the broken past. 

Where has our kingdom gone?

Mistaken where we’re from. 

A simple headache,

and the wait is done. 

Do you know what you are?

Or are you insane?

I can see the expression,

on your misguided face. 

Do we fight the virus?

Or we submit our way?

The clocks keep ticking,

but the moment doesn’t change. 

In the midst,

of the sinners,

and the saints

You think you control us.

You think you know the way. 

You think you stopped,

the villains at their game. 

Where’s our kingdom come?

Now we’re on the run.

We lie in the midst,

of the sinners and the saints.

Remember me