THE DEVIL’S MESSIAH

In whom do you believe, oh messiah of the west. Curled up upon the floor at night with your cross upon your breast. Tears tricking down your face repulsed by indignant fears, Dissolving away the pools of blood that have nourished your evil deeds Tonight in that forsaken place in the middle of the east. Children stand in rows with men, as shackles bound their feet. Their mothers cry from atop the rubble, created with the fruits of wrath. Ask, when conversing with your god tonight, that he tally your reign of death. A messenger of god you profess to be, Even when in the acts of rape You beckon his name with every thrust And for every child you take. There will come a day when you shall meet your maker And he shall send you to your god, For the devil recruits from many circles, Even messiahs on Earth.