blood drenched on my windowsill, bleeding wrists with hands in prayer, what miracles can we ask for here? sun is sinking below the belly of horizons and twilight bathes the mourners in its retreat. let the seas run red and the trees dream black let our world die in the savage fading light. palms spread open collecting pain, we reach for bounty and come back with nothing. ashes to ashes the powder to paste, i am your sinner full of grace. voice is stolen, throat cut clean, we have nothing to say does it matter if we can scream. this is the end and the end is here, my nuclear sun rise will show no fear.