seeing through stained glass

The sunlight shining through the stained glass. Opens eyes long closed at last. The sleep felt like generations had gone by. The ruins of the cathedral was a sight for sore eyes. An oracle now leads a congregation on a death march. Last one standing now departs. The moonlight shines through the stained glass window. Illuminating the path on which to go. Seeing visions through stained glass. Delusions defined by the ghosts of the past. They haunt and will forever control. Unless you just let them go. If you don't they will bury you deep. In the graveyard throught the stained glass I see. You may pray to to the lord but your soul I will keep. You're nothing special. Many more I will reap.