Were God man
Inhumanities wrought
Facade in His name
Would have strangulated His patience
Red He would descend in vindication
On: mongers of truth
hunters of blood
creator of human chasm
All in hallow of His name.
Were God man
Climbing decadence
Blatant in his face
Would have infected His sanity
Either in fight or in retreat
In a planet given to the wild wind
With the deeds of its builders turned killers
With the millstones around poor necks
Made countless
With oiled words
From black cauldrons
A third creation He would venture.
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