Unclean hearts

still these winds
that chill my heart
madmen rage
their hate so fierce
they cant forgive
they won't dream
and instead trap
themselves
in a darkness
so deep
and vast
ruled by fear
hatred and cruelty
cowards, they attack
the defenseless
leave blood in their wake
to honor a weak
God
that does not care
who lives or dies
who bleeds or cries
and what pain
it all creates
incapable of love
they embrace death
its the only
answer
they have
as they wallow
in the quagmire
of squalor
despair
and decaying
hearts