Force-fed inhibition

Fly with me like the BlackBirds  
Murder just follows me...
 
I can be the sect, that you find to feel at home  
 
I can trap the sun, flush the seas and make them sweet  
 
Tidal wave of insects fall at my feet and grace me with their fluttering
 
I can build an empire, shift it’s weight to collapse this economy
 
I can speak in ancient tongues, ask the sky to bleed and bathe in  
God’s stormy apathy
 
It’s all panic and stuttering, unbearable pandering just to fill the bleeding hole again
 
I can be your fountain of youth, I won’t pretend it’s not paramount feeling crows pitter pattering feet just out of sight.
 
I can be your crossroads, arms outstretched wondering which way is right when being left alone with a wound of salvation still lingering.
 
I can be your God.  
Just have faith in me...