When Silence Wept

"False Idols"

They stand on pedestals of crumbling stone,
Their hollow eyes cast shadows on the weak.
With tongues of silver, they devour bones,
While all the foolish gather just to seek.

False prophets clothed in stolen light appear,
They promise peace but lead us into flame.
You place your faith in those who sow your fear,
And wear their lies like shackles made of shame.

They drink your soul, pretending to give grace,
Your hands are bloodied as you beg for more.
But idols do not weep for your disgrace,
They laugh while you are nailed to their lore.

The truth is buried, drowned beneath their cries,
Their power fed by those too blind to see.
You kneel before the rot they sanctify,
And lose yourself in false divinity.

When will you learn these gods are built on sand,
Their thrones will crumble, but the scars remain?
For every falsehood trusted by your hand
Becomes the seed of your eternal pain.

Let idols burn, for none will mourn their fall-
But worship, and you lose yourself to all.