Saint Myth
Saint Myth
What do you think of ‘Drawing Blood of….’ poem?
My name…not in letters.
My soul…universal.
My heart…no Earthly arrows
Draw blood.
My words…John the closest.
My parables…spoken before.
My children…no myths
Draw blood.
My demons…armed angels.
My angels…sacred demons.
My bottomless pit…no hells
Draw blood.
Who invented sins, threatening, frightening?
Who replaced joy with trepidation?
Who invented that garden…to only
Draw blood.
Why insults for sinners…
Why praise for saints…
Why truth-damned souls, who
Draw blood…
Of nations?
Well written, but a little naive, the reason we have forward pointing eyes and canine teeth is mankind is a carnivore. Virtue is only borne of mistakes. Mercy only grants the enemy a reprieve so he can regroup and retaliate. Hope is dangerous, and leads to courage, and rebellion.
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