Evil's Horn
EVIL'S HORN
Is hate the driving force of our endeavors
the fear of heaven’s myth our revelation
our sole remaining choice be now or never
existing in the state of self-cremation
pandered passion flaunted in death’s crumbling mask
denial of a life as its salvation
mindless chanting by the doers of the task
bequeathed to them by memory driven fear
tortured minions sipping hatred from life’s flask
bitter liquid of a time and place unclear
release offered to the victims now reborn
to a kingdom that the living cannot share
an innocence and beauty too soon shorn
by those who boldly trumpet evil’s horn
John G. Lawless
9/12/2014
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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