( 9-17-2020 )
There's a rage barried deep,
it comes to when the angles sing there song of sorrow cursing the ones they fear.
Sparked and ignited by their cries,
He feeds off of their prayers to the one that's supposed to protect them,
Finding amusement in the trust the so blindly give to a figure that's been proven unworthy.
They seek refuge under his wings,
Like lost sheep hiding behind their shepherd,
Not understanding that the wolf they face is stronger than their savior.
Not seeing that they will burn at the snap of his fingers.
His predatorial gaze tracts them with perfect precision as their savior finds fear in the unknown.
The sheep chant songs of courage and endurance.
He rivals them with the songs of the broken and the poems of the damned.
Their songs turn to tears as they realize that the shepherd that promised them so much is frozen in his place - no dignity in sight- knowing that he's a fraud.
All the while his grow stronger - his songs of the broken pierce the ears of the sheep like broken glass forcing them to feel the pain as it creeps into their nervous system.
The poems of the damned rip through their rib cages, taking ahold of their hearts and tear them to shreds in a brutal act of revenge.
The sheep lay in piles - bloody and bruised - watching as the Shepherd falls to his knees knowing that he has lost.
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The Existence of a Disaster
PoetryA collection of Poems, Random Writing, Rants and Creative Writing Pieces. ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED Please see "Trigger Warnings" before reading as this book is extremely graphic.
