These Flames Afoot... My Altar Poem by Marcus McKinley

At the end of the road a pyre light
A heart judged and convicted
Inflicted, openly vilified in public
Condemned to the fate of a heretic
Incessant these crimes of incurable passion
Conjured in pneuma this faithful condition
Emblazoned, inculcate without predilection
Suffering the torments of justification
In the alignment of margins within a doctrine
How can one ever be free of expression
When the love that's created unduly destroys
And, the eyes of the masses shackle
Binding the tongues of the fickle