Inquisitors

Look at my hands
Drenched in crimson
Then I look at you
Faceless terror
Inside your eyes
As you look at me

Still just tied down
Such restriction
Cannot fight this
To last another day
Such Oblivion

Entombed inside
And locked away
Alone, imprisoned
Torturous deeds
By word of God
That’s spoken by man

Belief, burden
Spirit’s weighed down
Free will hindered
Subjected to the will
Of Inquisitors

You know inside
It’s wrong to judge
It awaits you
Can God see you
Work in his name?
What does he think?

How can you judge
When Man is flawed?
Imperfection
Will you be subjected
To Inquisitors?