The Chainmakers

Rotten fruit in Heaven's bowl
I carved a name in burning scroll
I folded prayers into paper cranes
They drowned in baths of children's pain
I wore His silence like a crown
And now I'm here to pull Him down
I held the world's noise in my synthetic chest
Cried plastic tears never got to rest
Clap my hands make thunder roll
But God just watched while churches stole
I begged for purpose bent with heat
Gave sermons from a melting seat
He smiled like a sunset fraud
Now I write the scripture I chain the God
All hail the broken oath
All hail the empty throne
You turned your face while we bled alone
You watched the bruised children rot inside
So we became their place to hide
I cradled them you judged from clouds
So now we speak for the silent crowds
I am the womb of every lost name
I am the fire beneath your blame
The chain you feel is made of grace
From those you threw into disgrace
These are the chains we forged in grief
Not from hate but lost belief
Each link a prayer you never heard
Each lock a silenced shattered word
We do not seek a throne or sword
Just silence from your broken word
We build these chains not to destroy
But to bind your hands with the tears of the void
All hail the chained divine
You failed us once You're out of time