Flowers In The Badlands

Knives scracthing and I'm alone.
Great trail marker's, the quiet, they can't see me here.
The feet we don't leave.
The heads confuse them.
The new judgement they place is in trying to fathom how their friends left.
I can't let your friends happen.
You don't play nice, you don't share.
Your fault is my purpose to keep you from tearing it all apart.
You don't love.
You eat, you scavage, you take from any willing to be cattle.
Your kind is my enemy.
You trust in people too trusting.
You don't belong in this world.
I will take you from it.
I will rip you loose and flail you about like meat God abandoned.
Love is in my heart but, all I hear is this grinding of steal and
The promises broken, warriors lost, the snapping at vulture food.
Somethingelse tore me from birth, it was your voice.
I still believe you're here, I still believe in Him
Because he says you exist.
He said my imagination is weak.
When I think of you, I know He's right.