Kakia

Violent scourges in days of youth
Turn old wet shotgun shack men
Who ran out of rats and pests
And now take aim at those who prosper

A new diogenes
Holds keys to eternal love
He rasps them at passers-by like whispered winds
He's shrugged off and shouldered by the masses

A pale figure grasps his arm
As his eyes widen, he speaks
It's you, the rot what turns mens' hearts to scorn and vain
Your shrivelled eyes betray you

Kakia's eyes contort
Her visage leers a loving hate
Oh, you may think yourself pure of heart
But only the foulest can know me

The proud among us
Wait for their day
Their god descends
And whispers their name
Those left unraptured
Stop and exclaim
By god
It's as if though nothing has changed



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Hope
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