Portents VI

resplendent is the hate you call love
evident in every corner of the world
giving strength to killers and their ilk
illustrious, excelentíssimo, glorious
moving nations into squares, positioning
interference as an artifice of light
never regretting what you've rendered black
inking the rivers and oceans with blood

marching throughout the generations
intelligentsia at every core
leading wisdom to the pit
inquisition, anathema, maledictiones
to those who ever would dare
a question that might lead in err
notions of truth, you cannot bear
to be answered, to be seen
in the presence of all that be
sights that are forever unclean

eternal are the lies to abhor
centered in the notions of self
cloistered in the darkness of yore
lustful of what is not correct
estranged like a wrinkled whore
standing on an empty street
in thought of what lay in store
after the vile and filthy deeds
end in loss and what can be no more