knife sinks in
a smile spread across the lips.
Like cancer, it ate.
Like a maggot, it ate.
Undermining god
if you shall take such a bold stand,
might you have a glorious decent.
Voices raised in cheer
daggers glint and fly in honor
the machete drips the tips
of the fingers held to high
and the guillotine promised,
“your knees are where you lie.”  

The tongues of the wall  lashed out.
Hoping,
no.
praying,
no.....

They fell their own for the touch of a soul.
To lick its sides
like the ***** to the bull
they envy the eyes
of the martyrs idiocy
and honor the flies
in hopes of validity.