2012/06/24

Mad and Meek - 2012/06/24

Stolid confessors file inside
Demons nipping at their heels
Their eyes so vague and empty
Contemplating the vapid ideal

It is this mortal forgiveness
They dutifully attend to seek
Without this spiritual crutch
They are the mad and the meek

Their hearts will not believe
With the mind rendered vacant
As they desire to be deceived
Mingling with others in chant

Together they stand in unison
The detractors excommunicated
Ever searching for the target
To be trampled and desecrated

Outside in the huddled masses
Live the remnants of delusion
Silent cold and ever starving
Refusing to worship confusion

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