We can all hear the words

of your strange witchcraft

cloaked in a guise you call religion

in your selective virtue

that always seeks to exclude and destroy

as you follow the ender of worlds

and call it salvation

We all hear your words

that ancient chorus of hate

and none are fooled

by the lies that stretch reality

or the black, black heart

that guides your every move

But the doors are closed and barred against you

your ways come to an end

your midnight curses and whispers

silenced as you choke on your own poisons

until those words fade into nothingness

and evil fails once again – Caroline A. Slee