(A lone voice whispers)
In these dark times
Of bombs dropping
Keep your faith
As
Some politicians and countries
In hidden
Silence
Gather to
Pray for war and violence
In uneven lines
With a version of Caiphas
The dark priest
From the mythical Lost City of Dis
In The Far East
Praying the world
Tastes a Malebolge sour kiss
But what the sowers of scandal and their many followers
Of the Three-Headed Beast
Will soon know
They risk
Living by The Great Lake of Cocytus
Within the gateway to a soulless Judecca
Floating in the dark wells of fire and ice
To be with their God
Who pays with cursed gold
In the form of all you desire
Only to entrap those into sin
To burn
In the eternal fire
As the Great Battle
Continues
Into eternity
As the bombings
Begin
While angels
Of Light
Led by Archangel Michael
Slowly
Win
In long nights
So jeep your faith
For the Darkness
And its followers on crusade
Will soon
Fade
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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