Faith: Death: Truth

No signs
A rose, such beauty adorns such death
The open casket pulls the burning tears from his eyes
As the life was pulled from the only love that completed him

No signs
A war-beaten veteran is bathing in the entrails of heroes, friends, innocents
And his society vomits at his sorrow, displeased
One more bottle, Russian Roulette 
One more chamber, one more winner

No signs
A child cries to his father, the body so malnurished he cannot shed tears
But paychecks don’t feed people if they spend it on faith, his child dies
Three more months, new door for the faith-house, fresh graves for families

No signs
A mother weeps with the blood of her child pooling in her lap 
Head through the windshield
Three months in county, several more dead, repeat offender, repeatedly offended

 All signs
None point to reason 
None point to faith
None point to glory
None point to life

And if text is the only proof
Then death is my bible