3. Downwinders - The Pleasure of Harm

3. Downwinders
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: The Pleasure of Harm

Grey day
The sun is hiding
But the wind's
Still cold...

All the flowers
That I put on your grave
Have died
And blown away

I can still
See her face
In the shadows
Of the life we made

Now the cobwebs
Lie upon
Her eternal rest

The wind, cries Mary...
Over the bones of yesteryear
My only friend the silence
And the empty chair where you used to sit

Coughing
The lungs burn,
Soon the burning
Turns to blood

Wasting,
Emaciated
Food...
Ashes in your mouth

The deadly bloom
Turning the sky black
Rain falling
Black on black
The land,
Slowly turns gray
Its people
Withered away...

Doctors lie
The grift
And denial
Hush money
Liberally spent
On bureaucrats
And enforcement

Knifed in the back
By your own government
Protect and serve...
By dying for the "greater cause"

But who's really at fault?
You could have left
Abandoned your God...
Reflections
Reveal the lies

Empty prayers
Unravel into the void
Empty words
Ignored

Fantasies
And coping strategies
Constructs
For the weak willed

Eclipsed
By mans recklessness
All is dust
In the wind

Ignore the warnings
And live your hell
All shall die...

Loved ones
Laying prone
On the bed
Skeletal hands
Intertwined

You watch the light
Slowly fade entirely
A husk of flesh
Left behind

Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, for they are the true Messiahs - Cursed are the god-idolaters, for they shall be shorn sheep!

There is no light
At the end of the tunnel
The bitter regret
Is all that remains

Culled life,
Systematically
The scientific data
Must be complete

Requiescant in pace, et non Deus miserere animabus vestris