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War between men

In sanguine cleansing of the sins

Absolution of vile transgressions

Watching them in defiance

Mist occludes the violence

Literally divided and conquered;

Hung, drawn, and half-quartered

The kiss of death beholding the flesh

Comes by way of the sword

Committed in the name of a God

Whom we were taught never to question if he ever “was”

Betrothed in bloodstains

Perpetually unclean hands

Your grip on reality is slipping

And your sword stabs yourself

Dictated, not read

Perversions in the head

History will venerate the murderers

Over the innocent dead

Discourse disconcerts those not dead

Am I mercilessness, or am I man

It’s too late to turn back…

Forevermore bloodstained,

The die has already been cast.