Rain Upon the Impure

You who first cast the stone
 Are you adorned with wings?
 How could you silently suffer
 The sight of your dreams' wreckage?
 Creature...
 Your harvest is poor
 Your soul bleeds
 Your eyes won't ever see
 When the bread is broken
 Wounds are nailed into your palms
 You who first cast the stone
 Where is the splendour
 That once you wore so proudly?
 Creature...
 Your limbs are weak
 Your path is short
 Your breath is putrid
 When the wine is offered
 Disgust is drying up your throat
 You who are without sin
 Who was to block the left hand path
 When it became the last resort?
 Actress...
 Your speech is mute
 Your tunes are sad
 Your voice will die down awfully
 The day heaven laments your failure
 With noise of rain (lashing down) upon the impure.