The Beast Within
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I've seen anger
and power
morph into hate.
And nations crumble
under siege,
when religious zealots
free the beast within.
And the blood flows red,
as Death demands an
exorbitant toll
for the fallen soul's
passage into heaven.
The very wealthy
build their dynasties
by grinding the bones
of naive idealist
and the pious,
into the mortar
for their monuments
and crypts of stone.
The apocalypse,
a Martyr’s dream,
or reality’s
nightmare?
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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