The Role It Plays. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Distortion.
A blurred babies abortion.
A rolled up contortion.
Uncomfortable.
Habit forming extortion.
Some say just go with it.
Others scream obscenities to the left, and the right.
Here comes another demon slayer, a smooth savior.
Trying to soothe the savage beast.
A flute and a harmonic melody.
Calm the deformity.
Any way you can.
By threats, by timeless wisdom of foreign sands.
Hes got a plan so why won't you share.
Secrets held in the air.
A dare, a sweet kiss, totally innocent.
Intentions unseen, intention clean.
Purity.
Chastised before you know it.
How could you go through with it?
How could you not see what this could mean.
And endless gleam.
Go ahead preach to me you fickle priest.
Explain to me how religion plays a part.
Going to hell from the very start.
Sounds enticing, please tell me more.
Tell me how the almighty is keeping score.
Sounds like he might be behind some horrible wars.
Accosting the poor.
Rules accepted and expected to be followed.
A shell with a heart so hollow.
Empty on the inside, just a soldier of the blind.
Taking advantage of the truly vulnerable, promising them the world.
A pack of lies in a gilded disguise.
Told to abandon the forsaken sunrise for starry nighttime skies.
Blood spilled, and filled in goblet for all too drink.
We all share in others misfortunes.
One way or another.
Slaying ones own brother.
Claims of righteous after the deed is done.
Speaking tongues.
What a good son.