Ritual

I have become defrocked among the pawns in this guise of holiness.

My hands and deeds are soiled in the presence of this odd congregation.

I danced with the Antichrist last night and took the # of the Beast 3 times just to make sure.

This subliminal imagery has taken over the purity of a lost fallen mankind.

I ring the bell to call down the Holy Spirit upon me with vain results ensuing.

Chanting moaning Your name with that all consuming passion and darkness that is in me.

There are no more poems or bible verses, all is lost and ruined in the remembrance of him.

Come what may I defy Devil and God, only to rest in the soil cursed long ago.

oh Mother why all this hurt, woe and deception among the children of men?

I receive no answer or was expecting one anyway.

You are my painkiller and Muse, dangerous to swallow and believe in.

So I take and receive it all, to the last drop of understandable sanity.

Its raining out She says in a mutter that hints at annoyance.

I have betrayed too many people to embrace another gospel anyway.

We all go too far sometimes and realize we are just back were we started from.

Or perhaps we have never left anyway.

Dru