The Followers

You sang a song

of the death of Her,

and expected me to rejoice

in it;

told me to find

peace in her torment,

and in my own.

Stripped I am,

at the hands of you,

of your sweet lament

of your own sacrificed

lamb,

as you tell me to

cry over your iconography,

all the while dancing

on the ashes of

my dead sisters,

whose screams still

echo in the darkness,

illuminated by the flames

of the hell you reap

while singing songs

of love and

your own

enslavement.

Tenderly you

caress the open

wound of your

glorious bounty,

drawing in the fetid

scent of the rotting

morsels

contained therein.

You celebrate the

reign of your

thorn encrusted king,

flesh rendered

mute by the

torture you heap

frenzied praise upon.

Condemning me my

beauty,

my head turned away

from your emasculated

servant,

preferring the truth,

the thing you seek most

to destroy,

the queen of all of

life,

the one thing you have

never been able to

eliminate,

despite all your

most desperate yearnings,

that thing,

that pervades all existence

in all her most

glorious forms.

That is the truth

that burns you

like the hand

of condemnation

that you offer wholesale.

That is the truth

that poisons you,

leaving you rasping

in anger,

unable to

create the very thing

you seek to control.

Life.

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4 comments on “The Followers

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  2. ozymandiaz says:

    magnificent powerful work

  3. ejalvey says:

    Thank you, Ozymandiaz

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