Trainwreck

Engulf he shall the very cognition
Guide with concocted heresy
The proverbial reaper
His prey- the human mind.

Left with but a trail of voices
Of all that which transpired
Wounds of ill propagation
The masses mystified
Chant the name of your
Sworn savior
Forsake the pillars
of Righteousness
A macabre paradigm shift
Set forth In the so named
church of the people
Nine hundred and nine
Souls to your name,
Black pages of history
Forever engraved.

The blood on your hands,
the Malevolence of man.
A haunting reminder,
How limber this faith.

The false prophet contriving
A death-row congregation
The coup de grace falling
Grape flavored cyanide
The fate befallen to the hundreds
The greatest mass suicide
Left with a scar never-healing
A riveting tale so vile

See me your friend
See me your father
See me your God



Credits
Writer(s): Tara Bridget Carroll
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