Mikey's Poetry Book, Ch. 26
"Depraved Disillusion"
I’ve conversed long enough
with devils
who call themselves
darling.
The stench of wickedness
seeks to soften its blows
through the most foul means
that the void
has to offer.
They fall at the frontlines
one by one
beaten bloodied and bruised
dying with no weapons.
No chance.
They walk among us
cleverly covered
yet they are corpses.
They’ve been swallowed whole
and devoured with nothing spared.
Their blood has been drained
and drunk
The marrow of their very bones
sucked out
the meat of their body
ravaged and ripped to shreds
by fangs and claws
of those who called themselves
darling.
Disarm the false beloved.
Hungry for flesh and bone.
Spare no quarter
drive out the evil
pierce the darkness before you
and call down judgement
on those who devour.
Save those in the mouths of lions
arm them well
and welcome them with a new body
to join the new body
to consecrate a living spirit
and fight on their knees.