Shutters to Blinds

The nature of this arbitration has consumed me,
And these words, sung like gospel, with betrayal in every line,
Ring true to me; as angels, with wings of gold blessed by God
Fly, leaving behind trails that shimmer and shine in the light,
Leaving me alone, longing and hoping that sinners could take flight,
While my blood boils and steams, leaving smoke circles to exit my body
And glisten, yet too dull to gleam, as with all sinners who sit amongst Saints,
With minds rotting from the inside, and whose souls reek of hate;
Depravity leaking from them, coating each other like paint,
We are made assured that few things are certain.
Ours eyes close like shutters to blinds, ‘cause we’re all blind, and the show’s over,
And we fall like the curtain.