Weapon of God

Dead black meadows,
 Crimson waves,
 These broken nightmares on your plate;
 Believe me, I am a weapon of god too.
 Crumbled bones inside a sock,
 The ticking of a busted watch.
 The storm is a thunderous, dark applause,
 And my love is locked in a pitbull's jaws.
 Believe me, I am a weapon of god too.
 Bridges burn and children scream – their faith is shaken so easily. But not mine.
 I'm made of concrete beams, you'll see.
 Believe me, I am a weapon of god too.
 Dead black meadows,
 Crimson waves,
 These broken nightmares on your plate;
 Believe me, I am a weapon of god too.
 Cats are screaming out in back;
 they've all been stuffed into gunny sacks.
 The Johnson boy started selling crack.
 This neighborhood has gone to shit.
 But believe me, I am a weapon of god too.