This righteous hand be bloodied,
by the sins of piety;
And Godly dreams perverted,
lay waste in atrophy.
Ignominy of fake idolatry,
do beasts of burden lie–
The casualties of this holy war,
will scores of soldiers die.
In audience a multitude
sprawled on hallowed ground;
The accident of apostles,
that innocents were downed.
Such hoards of twisted effigies
would grinning martyrs make;
A most exquisite suffering,
for faulty prophet's sake.
In this world of silent angels
and sea of sightless saints;
In search of absolution,
do I mutilate thy faith.
May I wash away my shame,
in tears of desperation;
My broken pleas for mercy,
marred by condemnation.
For the sins of careless Fathers,
do reluctant kin atone—
The brutalities of blind belief,
heavenly beings will bemoan.
For corrupt crusade I err,
in burning of the church—
The wake of crimson pilgrimage,
flocks of stormy petrels perch.
When the fire's had its fill,
and sacred ashes do rejoice;
From scorched earth should sound—
Hark! a still small voice.
Ne'er vile nor wicked,
no deed shall be—
Not when is committed,
in name of deity.
En la hora de oro
Ojalá, mi amor;
En odisea del perdón,
precioso salvador.
Shall the godless charge to battle,
till the gates of Valhalla burst—
To exhaust such callous devotion,
and quench thy heretic thirst.
Starved in spiritual dissonance,
her disciple seeks salvation;
Displayed in wanton majesty,
hands raised in exaltation.
To pen her carnal scripture,
with spirits of my vein;
The parish shall bear witness,
reverent apologies of Cain.
Born zealots from the infidels
of the hajj held most divine;
This jihad endures in infamy
laid bare by fleshly shrine.
How I worship to a foreign God,
to taste her sweet torment;
Gasping prayers at anointed feet—
pride and ego do lament.
Gloria in excelsis Deo,
an Alleluia rings.
Dios te salve, María,
a pious gospel sings.
Prostrate in utter helplessness
and cast upon her altar—
How ethereal this suffering
that holy men should falter.
Points: 126
Reviews: 5
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