VIII. Withering

Do you listen
to your own words?
Am I the only one
that can hear the
irony
drip from you lips
like melting ice
off your frozen minds?

Am I
the only one
who strains
to hear the lonely melody
of truth
in the cacophony
of religions
you sing to?

Why am I
condemned
for wanting the same peace
that you claim to have?

~Flame RavenHawk