i lost my soul in east berlin.

this run down cathedral made glorious in the right lighting. it reaches out with gnarled hands to climb the social graces of the block it occupies. whithered and weatherbeaten, she paints her stained glass every morning. silently hoping she can find her god so the wrecking crews will not let fly their hammers. kneeling to pray, the inhabitants have fallen, one by one succumbing to the choir that lured them in. but in this light, a new coat of paint gives a heavenly glow to the one evil heart trapped inside these crumbling city walls. and so the darkness grows. forever trapped in a cycle that never leaves alone but is never quite completed therefore lacking in the one purpose it was given. closing a non functioning transaction on an empty account. we forged this name in blood. i gave it life and i saved mortals from themselves, but cathedrals only gave it a purpose to be believed. cutting throats with a stolen identity. stealing the charity money. this run down cathedral made true in the darkest early morning hours. looking for god but only to feed her own vicious vices. plank by plank we sent her home.