Rhyming poem written on my iPod on the bus to a cross country meet

Can you still remember a gray November rain
Did you feel the turning wheel and the ever-nearing pain
Did you raise His praise as you burned in flames
Or hide in haze to die another day

Does your scripture paint the picture that eyes watched all along
Does water blessed to be its best give you strength to carry on
Does your lead bird sing a dead word onto burning page
Or does the dove from above hide its love when encaged

Has your world unfurled to what you once called home
When swords are settled, did your Lord leave you alone
Does your blood still chill at the blood once spilled
Is their kind still blind to their own damned mind

Sandy Eyes, swallow your sighs
In the skies there's no demise
Hear the devils die, they lived a lie
Carve wings from cries and learn to fly

The future shines bright-
(Shines bright as night)

Note: Basically this is an atheist talking to someone who survived a genocide aimed at his own religion, and lived through the end of it. From a religious persepctive I disagree with a lot of what I wrote here besides the last stanza, so keep in mind the poem's narrator is an atheist before you attack me with a torch.