Tortured souls

We are the few that stand alone,
Ever cursed to live in darkness.
Walking among clouded minds,
The tortured souls of this world.
Scattered are our ashes across
Never ending soil.
Trampled our remains by
Herds of cattle.

We are the few that stand together,
Across the plains of scorched earth.
Chained and imprisoned by their lies.
Looked upon by others as blasphemous.
Raise your unholy symbols
Toward the heavens.
Stand tall in defiance
Before their God...