Long ago the gift of butchery
was granted, and people gleefully
took up the standard. Experience
led to greater slaughter, spreading hence,
twisted corpses, demons dance.
The weak, pitiful sheep lie terrorized
from the fury of the onslaught. Slayed
are their dreams of a life where love rules.
In our sin lies our power, the tools
whereby, even God may die!
© 2018
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