Dear Redeemer Poem by Your sword vs my pen

Your religion doesn’t carry
On this frequency,
The empty streets are deaf,
And dreaming for themselves.

If the world is going to end
I’d rather finish it in my own dreams,
Leave the phone ring off into silence
As the darkness fills my ears.

Tears and blood-
We will all drown in the flood,
So why should we even try?
I bleed, you cry,
Roll on the floor in agony.
Through the door kicked off its hinges,
We will crawl towards the light,
But all lamps are extinguished tonight,
We continue on in darkness.