In Principio

In the name of god

"be a good child, don't sin" they said

"pray every night before you go to bed."

"stay pure, little child, don't curse or drink,"

said the ones with tied tongues, crossed fingers and a wink.

said the liars we listened to, believing the words they spoke

until we nodded along dumbly when they said "it's no joke."

but the only joke there ever was

was the one we got put into,

until our lives revolved around it:

it was always them, never me or you.

but now i see it, so clear and so bright,

revelations unfolding in the middle of the night.

where i reflect, where it's quiet, where stands powerless their might,

where the obsidian opens revealing the last light

that is left

in this desecrated land of despair.

hold fast

to those shards that are hardly even there.

because you see them now, perforating the dark fabric

but come morning they'll vanish replaced by their black magic.

so grab tight, don't let go, the chasm roars beneath you,

steal the light, take it far, hide away and start anew 

where nary a finger can touch that new found door

where nary an angel can covet that new paved floor

slip silently, seamlessly, escape from this cage

before they extend their hidden talons and unleash all that rage

that was always there behind their cloying, saccharine facades,

they were only ever demons, controlling us all in the name of god.