Unpromised land.

The surf and the sands, the water, and the sea
Warn the souls on board, to vanish and flea
The rule of law, the right, and the wrong
Lay in silk coffins, with tears in their songs
Where is God, in this unholy mess?
Their god is their bible, unproperly dressed.
Crisscrossed holes, on tear-soaked floors
Hollow midnight strangers, knock twice on the door.
Whispering trees, see ghosts in the cotton
Tiptoeing spirits, split tooth and rotten
The man in the window, has tricks on his tongue
 A two-hearted soul, with a knife and a gun.