My Quiet Observation

I quietly sat in a field of crucified bodies,
Watching as all the angles commit suicide.
The sound of their wings breaking as they hit the ground makes me smile.

I quietly sat and heard the screams of the son of God
 being aborted and tossed in a golden trash bag.
God's own son couldn't save himself, and he can't save this fucking world either.
                                              
I quietly sat and I watched the sky begin to bleed.
There would be no tomorrow,
There would be no hereafter.  

I quietly sat in a feild of crucified bodies, and smiled.