Why not throttle tyrants with their holy pall
than visit violence on the artisan withal?
Why must we dane to understand, to name the sanctified?
That we may reprimand with death,
vilify, be mollified?
The high and mighty have a way that to the world they act the vex,
the cock of a gun, the shaft of the sword to the wound, their sex.
Adherents or slaves to the morality they claim, their god to exonify,
the perfected propaganda propagating, papal writ personify.
Yet, ever will we find “The Scion” in the bed of whores.
I only hope you never find their loveless sheets embroiled to entangle yours.
willnight 