Grotesquery

In a forest, alone at night
Delirious, bereft of sight
A bloodied blade, a missing child
A solemn vow, defiled

Drunk through his eyes, the poet proclaimed
"I am the saviour, remember my name"
With pallid lips, he continued the rant
From down below, the dark began to incant

"Listen to what I say
I am the God to which you pray"

Beliefs of evil we hold so strong
And though, certainly, the poet was wrong
What drove him mad was the way we live
Take all you can and never give

And though I hope you wouldn't shed innocent blood
But this man had been raised in a house of mud
Would you be happy having your children work
To fill the bellies of a distant kirk?

"Don't think that way
If you want to see another day"



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Conway
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