Two Score and Ten Souls

Comes the noon. Then the fading light.
 Gaze blankly into death, all ye who have fallen.
 The blood in the lungs rising chokes out the life inside.
 Spills from the throat and
 Makes a rivulet of the aisle. A heart beat stops.
 Who goes there? Who walks amongst this carnage?
 Who hears the doors slam shut, swing open, close, protest
 Beneath the passing breeze of a summer's day forever lost?
 Two score and ten souls held hostage by time.
 Who dared to worship here, only knowing of the past:
 Never seeing what would be?
 What hate drew this line in the sand that could never be crossed,
 Never be touched but by a god that did not exist.
 How can we ever go back? How can we ever come home?
 There is nobody there anymore