shrouded in hate
a life in fear
fear of revealing
that beneath
the layers of disdain
lies
an empty life
with
only
hate
to protect it
from
being recognized
as
a fearful fraud
destined
for
an unknown
grave
night embraces you in cloth of hidden shadows with sequin street lights pulsing through the growing fog sanctuary for nightmares moments unwanted making you conscious of death and unable to sleep
the chalice was filled with the warm blood of children during morning prayers for they were non-believers non-believers in your god your god’s the true one but does your god fear children are not divine words enough to sway young minds or are you the non-believer
