Judas As Black Moth

All the blossoms have been paid for
 Pettled with blood
 Back over their moulded walls
 With spiteful flames
 I can't hear the voice
 I can't see the form
 The wallpaper peeling
 Let the walls down
 And the bone answers
 Eternity
 To my question
 When?
 What time is it?
 What place is this?
 Which conjunction is this?
 All this waste
 Where the clocks tick away
 All around
 What hour is this in the middle of the night?
 The cats cry in the street
 The car sweeps by with a murdered child
 The car sweeps by with a violated girl
 The car sweeps by with its trunk full of death
 Do you believe in God?
 Do you believe in Christ?
 What monsters we've become
 This flight from ease will finally kill us all
 And all we need is something
 Let us lie and sleep and dream
 Other dreams
 Brighter dreams
 Better dreams
 Please