to Lord Chaos

not mirrors

nor handles on the door

something more

a hand to inner makings

hidden deep

within the blood and gore

some find the reach to stone

excalibur at best

no place of rest

the few

that clear away the sweaty paths

and dark nights of the soul

(dismissed as brave cowards

willing sacrifices on the alter

of the nothing child)

….my children all

oozing blood n grime

displays of rancid

body parts

what fallen angel hasn't longed

for mary's hand upon the brow

cool strokes

baptism of our greater way of being

what horror

anger

wrath

has not been

visioned worn and tested

in the quest

no rest

no rest

for stinky vermin guests

leave your mud shoes at the door

and walk upon the earthen floors

we entered at our own demise

Oh Pearl of greatest price

your song of sacrifice

will sing the truth of who our least might be

a candidate for dire humanity

or elven kind

for all the world to see

we fail!

to mark the boundaries of despair

with something more

than platitudes

and musings in the round

we win as often as we scream

the tearful sounds

as witness to our children's fall from grace

and curse the womb that brought them to this place

of pain

who here would willingly slam hands upon the cross

and offer up their life for

handfuls of these vipers….

who here upon the round

can hold a steady glance

into the pit of all our reckonings

and know our hand is in the fault

so few pillars of salt

so few burning bushes

though none pass by

without witness

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