TW: Christian theme The blade shimmered in the blazing sun the crowd shimmered more with what they’d consider joy as Hope squirmed under the Headsman’s axe Faith and Love lay lifeless in a sorry heap at the mass of feet the world roared with what they’d consider glee all the while they questioned why they felt so emptied and Peace was brought with fiery chains to the place where we go when we stare a tad too long into our own eyes and the Son shimmers on the edge of our soul though we walk away and bring down the axe on what we’d consider Being Alive