The Word and He Who Spoke It.
There was once a man, cunning as he was evil
Blessed by the darkness and singed by the light
He united the men and enslaved the women
The virtues of the land were accredited to his love
The pain and toil, his disfavour,
The blame all yours.
With a foundation of bones
Upon the mountain of madness.
They followed his will,
Lived by his morals, for fear of damnation
Crushed under foot
His standard looming over every town
His image in every room
Servitude measured in fear
To love another was to hate him
He gave your face its smile
Your cheeks were blessed with his tears
The fathers would beat their daughters
To the rhythm of his heartbeat
And the mothers scald their sons with his tongue
His footsteps echoed doom,
While his name rhymed with thirst
The fingers of his empire raped the land
And flexed their grasp
Day by day, year by year.
Driven by his armies of ‘Maybes’ and ‘One days’.
All marching to The Word.
The Word uttered with a sneer and wink
From the crack lips of our tyrant king
And The Word,
was ‘love’.
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