Jaded Angels

I'm knelt in supplication in a vast cathedral hall I feel the shards of angst firing deep into my soul I raise my eyes to search for a God of purest love I see only jaded angels in the tapestry above I look up at the crucifix which towers over me the mighty God of dust is all that my eyes see The communion candles give out a flickering light casting dancing shadows in this sacrilegious night And I see that dust is God And I see that God is lost I see eleven disciples I see the holy Pentecost The Father and the Son the Bible and the myth the suffering of Christ has a taste of bitter pith I see the rictus smiles a horseman in pale green in red and white and black that wait behind the scenes A bloody crown of thorns the whore of Babylon an apocalyptic dawn blood of the chosen son The crucifix shadow burns my exposed skin it sears my mortal soul but cleanses not the sin The sacrificial lamb the victim of our fate bleats in hell’s abattoir the Devil sits and waits..