Darkness abounds
in the pretense of light
the sun shining
casting down rays fanning out
to scour the land
snipers pointing motionless rifles
into the scorching desert sand
shadows to rise because of light
behind exalted altars of misinterpreted power
and shortsighted ingenuity
they take the sons from behind
strangle them with the same ropes
the light had tied to them
while they wasted away as slaves
an uprising not surprising
the dark takes back the light
every night
but this time, there will be no sunrise
except for heaping pile of stones
made from the pyramids they were forced to build
and upon it the shadow slaves
exalted not an idol of gold
but upon the peak
the highest sun rose
forcing the tip of the triangle
through his back
black blood poured over the lands
his heart was lifted up
as a whirling cacaphony of praise
turned the blood into a tsunami
that drowned everything in its path
the shadows pulled hoods
over ghastly, metallic faces
and ascended towards Orion
God’s will complete
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