Quiet words
From a lonely man
I write on

Convinced was doing God's work
Sure these were God's words
And I the conduit who never believed

The word left me
The lion to the lamb
There I sat, throne of swords
Crown of thorns
Struck a Pyrrhic victory
Slink off to lick sunken wounds
False prophet, I lie in ruins
The pen and the *****
Bloodletting