Immortal

 Do all cries up go unnoticed?

Do the angels only hear the few?

Certainly not the laments of the dead,

the dying, 

the penintant ones locked away

in the inferno.

Do we stop the pitiful wails?

At what point does the throat go dry

and grinds to a stop

no more prayers to give

no more wind to send up.

What then?

Bloodshot and exhausted,

weak from defeat

after defeat

after defeat

and being told to love it.

Be thankful for the unending blows

over and over.

Be thankful for the pain

while the wicked go on in happiness, 

that you prayed for them to have.

Seems the only cries that were heard,

were for those who needed it the least.

Thank the gods we are not immortal