Call them righteous
Love, yearn, give, scream
Offer them your soul
A piece of your being
Their name
Is your prayer
Turns out that won’t turn them
Into Gods that care
You’re drawn to the demons
Within them, around them
They feast on your offerings
As your screams surround them.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 13th, 2026 03:44
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A poem that seems surreal and a warning. Well done
Thanks 🙂
Most welcome
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