[ Politics & Religion ] Sibling Rivalry

      
Two hundred sixty-five down;      
one Pope to go      
before the final curtain
drops upon the show      
Prophecies of old
soon will be fulfilled      
The vacant throne
never again to be occupied      
       
Body of Christ decapitated      
blindly stumbles about
as if the walking dead      
Grasping wildly      
in need of being led      
flailing, searching
for its human head      
       
Lost is equilibrium      
Stolen momentum      
The hour swiftly approaching      
Inevitable change to come      
       
That's when the Daughter of Mary      
steps forth from cheering crowd      
unsheathing her sword      
not a word spoke aloud      
Gripping the hilt of her blade tight      
with all of her might      
and before her Sisters and God      
in the broad of daylight      
----deals the deathblow      
       
Blood splatters across the snow      
       
Wizards scramble in hopes of capturing      
the red wine in golden chalices      
Kings cower in every ivory tower      
nosed to the dirt in earthly palaces      
Angels trumpeting no longer sing      
choking on the vomit of their malices      
       
The Maiden continues without remorse      
determined, relentlessly      
In brutal rage, with violent force      
hacking away at each limb and knee      
leaving nothing to the Body of Christ      
leftover in the slaughter      

Exit stage, Son of God      
Now, enter his only Daughter