Remains of the Wilderness
he blew deep breaths into
the nostrils of the earth
hoping that it would
raise his intelligence
to level of gothnicity
he cahsed them
across their fields of great yields
they ran with their hopes
encrusted on their hopes
wings grew on their shoulders
helping them flee death
but their debt
in the account of deathd
was nurturing their misery
and the thirst of blood
in the heart of the god
kept swelling the gates
of hell ajar
and elongated the fingers
of the oracle
he tells her 'hush baby'
your turn to judgement
will set you free
but she feared not
for her soul was smeared
with innocent blood
and crusted with transgretions
of her travels
in the valley of human residence
the both of them loathed
satan for he was freed of judgement
and the blood of J.C.
They had killed and murded him
in the eyes of nations
leisurely grazed on his
whines and gnaws of pain
but still they smiled
at his cry for home
we run and hide from
these beasts
but at the end of the road
its them who will run from us
for hate swells our ego
and strengthen our revenge
repent before they catch you
and make you pay...
Copyright © Neo Bridgette Kitso | Year Posted 2008
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