The Truth Machine

<br>My blistered hands bleed as I lay beaten again these ashes of my faith fall to the floor.<br>Never again follow my heart, put my compassion before my thought.<br>I wont place myself in the arms of distrust,<br>in the weakened hands of the chosen ones.<br>So try and hold my flesh as an answer for life`s questions.<br>Let this world disintegrate as you stand idly by.<br>I am no product of man, the hollowed body of the divine.<br>A flame once burned, and be stilled in my heart, a suspended pulse.<br>And if I fall, lay me down broken