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In this midnight mass, the Birds of Darkness, have congregated
Their seductive silhouettes, by the moonlight illuminated
With surreal stealth, in these Shadows, wickedly They have waited
Finally, to be My sovereign Lord, once again reinstated
Laughing boisterously They mocked, ”it is not complicated
For through Us, all that You once loved, will turn now to be hated
Though of Our anointment, within Your crown, We could not be more elated
As each of Your dreams, throughout the night, like thieves We’ve confiscated
So sorry that Your chances of love, We have deemed to be ill-fated
As We’d warn and scorn, that prayers to be reborn, were torn from a book outdated
While from what’s real, together as One, We have been alienated
For We too wept, when a wicked whisper, washed away Our world’s assimilated
Give thanks then, to Your buried secret, that Our presence was created
For into the sinful lower world’s, You have been delegated
Perhaps a sentence, self-decreed, for Our lack of remorse demonstrated
Yet was it not for, Our crippling compassion, that You from nothingness was elevated
As We now, solemnly swear, that sanity is sorrowfully overrated
For Our appearance, in this horror, here and now, had long ago been slated
I fear I’ve been lured, into a void
Where disparity, I can’t avoid
My pleas for pity, only leave My Perpetrators more annoyed
As My self-value, has slowly been alloyed

Jamie Gillespie
Publicado en RavenCageZine30