was bad business,

it stained the hands

and we couldn’t get them clean.

Scrub and scrub,

until our blood replaced theirs,

but in the end

it was a sad sacrament.


We never knew

the true darkness

of our hearts.

We never explored

the tickling tongue of Vanity,

which fed the children

of our enemies

to serpents

on which we would later feast.


Home was always cold for us.

We longed for the warmth

that we could only find

in the burning belly of the Beast.

In the end,

we were the victims of our own


We confused our fear with pain,

because we feared

what we knew

was coming.



HG – 2021

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