Pastoral Cleanliness

Thunderous heart,
like shield-shattered Valkyrie,
prone shaped like standing,
made of pride's mimicry.

Stand athwart the tyranny,
of mind and terror's mien,
and convert from masks of pomp,
to a face of truthful stain.

I offer a stretch of land
in that Infernal estate,
to those who wear their masks,
where flames ne'er do abate.

But wash your face of it's powder'd demeanor
and false claims to piety,
and in truthful filth be made cleaner,
and dodge Hell's sobriety.

A truth of grit is more fine and fair,
than any mask so debonair.