The horrors unfold and I remember

[ ] of [ ] in rubble

Ransacked and raped by preying men bringers of death; destroyed from within Thousands of years standing still

Vanished within a moment

Famished within an inch of waist assigned

In the night their grunts an agony

In the morning the pulpit resides Growing inside, a fleshy malaise Unknown fruit adopted in spite of

The spit, sniveling as they crash a tirade 

a tide of hate raked and washed over

Like the ocean trying to hug itself

with a thunderous wave — killing all in its wake The price one pays for self-preservation

They sit on corpses brimming with faith 

hope to inherit kingdoms through hate 

but only guilt and anger procreate

With the dawn they dampen their sorrows 

kneel for prayer, whisper onto the landscape 

An infinite indictment of original sin

An unrelenting crusade of history repeating again and again

The glowing face of a carrying body 

The infinite wisdom of a golden dome 

The bloated anathema living within 

The frightful bastion of hunger in sin

I search for it only to yearn

for the inches that will disappear

To mourn ahead of time

is the only choice I can make here

One day this canvas on my skin will be gone tattered across the empty spaces of the land 

A small man is fine but small ideas

are dangerous. My body is a temple entrenched in chrysalis

Bowing to the altar, an oblivious fool

Whether [ ] or [ ] or [ ] or [ ]

They destroy those ones with ease too