A Sad Poet
eyes burning, faithless heart
as the blood rains from the sky and soaks its red soul into the earth,
faith has been slaughtered honesty executed
the spirit of human-equality has been foregone for a grand prize of lies
and delusions of grandeur
a coup de tat has stolen the last string of competence and decency from the hands of the pure
or were they never pure to begin with?
what about the friends you sin with?
treating bodily temples like bars and brothels
looking up at the stars for some kind of divine cause, equating that cause with the blasphemy of apostles
why is the fight for religious plight so hostile
ignoring the light, declaring the dark victor,
splendors and prizes all gone
Homicide of Innocence