I know a school.
It lurks around the corner.
With capturing beauty on the outside;
That grapples on the souls of men in the inside.
In this school,
Lives a headmistress.
With profound beauty and a heart,
As malicious as an agent of Lucifer.
In this school,
Resides the teachers.
With flawless smiles and hands,
That engraves the language of fear;
Into the hearts of men.
They tell the world;
That they teach.
But I laugh;
At that wretched lie.
Instead,
They thump on the gifts of men;
End the lives of men;
Laugh at the failures of men;
Dust out the chances of men.
I went to that school.
And they sent me,
To the brink of madness.
But I spoke that name.
That name that every knee must bow to;
On heaven and on earth.
That name that every tongue must confess, that;
He is lord.
I uttered the name ‘’Jesus’’
A shrill;
Pierced through the walls,
Of the devil’s playhouse.
Then, then;
I heard nothing.
But the horrendous sound,
Of cracking bones.
