As you scatter like chickens for the silver pieces flung
from the hand that grips the iron yoke about your neck,
Reach for the man’s handout and let your children suffer
until they’re herded together and led to the slaughter.
Isolated behind a weeping wall of Sunday faith and piety,
you turned a blind eye to the coming evil Godless horde
That connived to dismantle your wall verse by verse
and call you out for the sniveling Pharisees you are.
You turned your face when the cock crowed thrice, feigning
ignorance while your nation burned to ashes around you.
Your prayer, your Book, your temples dismantled by an
ideology that believes in nothing but the God-damned lie
That morals are relative and love is free and God-fearing
peoples are a cultural cancer upon the Earth. It’s
Christian to turn the other cheek, you said primly as
though the Lamb had…
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