Crib45
catharsis
So it came, the fall of grace
riding on the flames of the prophecies
Echoing the venomous
jeremiads of the furtive demagogues
Bestowed a burning effigy
of hate on the chaste
Devour on the serpents blood
as malign assails the frail
Chorale of serpents sang their malevolent chant
Let
your
voices
build
to
screams
of
luring
abhorrence
And servants sang in unison
Let
thy
will
be
done