Myth

Walking amongst the ashen fields.
Where Nephilim meet their ends.
Little remains of these yields.
As society continues to bend.
Angels laugh at destruction.
Cursed beings of tortured reflection.
Murdering in the name of something holy.
Bare witness to this debauchery.
Choke on an eternity of morals gone blurry.

Impaled upon these spears of doom.
All eyes fixed and glassy.
Behind these pearly gates there is no room.
These sacred plains are not so grassy.
Divinity has been exaggerated for a cause.
All attempts to conceal the flaws.
Misdirection by not so omnipotent design.
Curating addiction to an ideal.
Mis-sold statements that will never align.

Creation of demons to bolster this tale.
Have to be villains to battle.
Devised for non-believers who must not prevail.
Otherwise the devout won’t stay cattle.
Serving at the feet of what is false.
They’ll search for the tiniest faults.
Embark on revolutions of hearts and minds.
Seek reality instead of fiction.
That will sever them from these historic binds.