Iron Dead
He can be menacingly persuasive
As he shakes the stone walls of the room
With maniacal screams about your impending doom
He can be reassuringly convincing
As he croons about the very few chosen
Like him destined long before birth to be in heaven
His faith seems infrangible as iron
But it is also iron cold, ironically iron dead
Rusting away with blind bigotry swelling his head !
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Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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