Blood Scripture

 Screaming men,
slurring ancient conjuring poems
of vicious faiths

Huffing scornful syllables,
hurling them like knives
into the chests of the unfaithful

Hoping to roust the masses
into frenzies of piousness,
& blessed murderous intent

But I know better,
the thread that binds
is not dogma,

But the red thread,
that flows from the severed necks
of whomever falls to the knife

Or shotgun, or AK,
barrel bomb
tank or
or mine

This blood,
this sanguine covenant
we as human animals share,
Bullard knew to, ďAll Blood Runs Red!Ē

How much easier it would be,
if the villainís blood ran black
or blue
or Green
to hate and curse
and exterminate them

We would give no pause
for gracious thought
or merciful love
and just focus on
of the alien being

But we are blind
to the truth
that words are not miracles
& murder is murder
death is death
no angels will descend
no virgins await your
return from the battlefield
youíre just dead meat
empty of spirit
empty of hate
empty of love
or ignorance

Genocidal consciousness
is the last instinct
of modern man
Neanderthalís promise
was made in vain,
we were not worth
their sacrifice

If they could,
they would curse us
from across the millennia
with hoots and grunts,
beast-like rage
primordial shame,
against our ignorance,
& betrayal of their
evolutionary sacrifice
Written by Dresdamanx (Crow_2662)
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