Thy Will Be Done

Alex Arnot

Heathen scum

I am forevermore, my faith undone

Further I drift from the prodigal son!

Damned be I who abstains from the one

 

Heretic slime

The unholiest sins that blind my eyes.

Fuck your will-restraining lies

Seething words that stained my mind

 

Infidel worm

My soul to take, my soul to burn

Rend my flesh and watch me squirm

Claim to teach, but never learn.

 

Godless knave

The tainted blood that rolls like waves

Undulating through my veins

Try to save me while you pray

 

  • Author: Alex Arnot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 5th, 2017 15:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: For those who would use the terms that begin each stanza, the following lines are for you!
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