He left with the passing time
no farewells offered
no heartfelt backward glance
his footfalls ticking seconds
echoing in the Sunday parlours of the righteous he despised
He left with the passing time
no one mourned,no tears were shed
His sacred, bleeding heart
now but a tattooed image
on the chests of the dejected
He left with the passing time
on whispers of myths
and suspected tall tales
doubting his own truth
despising the lie of his creation
He left with the passing time
while pious mice sang of his glory
behind the battlements of faith
as the wars of the wicked raged in his name
He left with the passing time
while mothers wailed at shaken babes
and the disappeared sang from **** choked graves
He left with the passing time
as society shunned his brand
and drunken feet danced lasciviously on his moral high ground
He left, with the passing time...
My rather drunken write from last night, not sure if I'll edit it, remove it or bin it all together. Not sure I like it at all. Please leave feedback if you will, it would be greatly appreciated.