The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - His fallow beasts in prayer go humble
His fallow beasts in prayer go humble
M A Heathcote
Angelic beasts are men of prayer.
Anguish a devils saboteurís snare.
His bounteous fiery pits full of sorrow,
Toilsome battalions, wilfully, follow,
As forsaken wretches we labour, on;
Sadly, just singing hymns that weíve dreamed, upon.
Cogent, servitude, under chaos rule
Hypocrisyís inapprehensible, dual.
Torment; epiphanies, servitude!
All truths; satanically, eschewed,
By the devils implemented deceptions...
Prayer keeps each his own perceptions.
Balanced by Luciferís equal
Son Damien whispers death in sequels.
Creatures infantile we follow the herd,
Corruption and murder is spurred,
We in the juices of flesh and blood hunger
For the eternal life ever younger!
Beast we are as men and as angels, drawn;
From all the parables on this earth; we spawn.
Who amongst us isnít daily, roughly, tested?
Who hasnít once been errantly, attested?
Lead us the way to god so naught can stumble
His fallow beasts in prayer go humble.