The Sanctuary
By Natali / Spinebreakers Crew
Poem
The Sanctuary
Faceless young boys,
whispers, groans.
Marching,
an army of God,
no…a massacre.
Suffocating, Filth,
Smog everywhere.
Concrete, grim,
Life, death,
Heaven, Hell
Choose we were told.
Tossing and turning,
Hell’s flames at our toes.
Madness, corruption
Who will save us?
No one knows.