For what is divine Dress it all in gold Let your worshippers plead Let them beg It never dims To be worshipped in such ways Honesty in the cruelest form The fools all gathered But who can ever change it? You sit upon youe throne of dead No one has yet to cause your fall So many sweeps So many perigees Is that why the engines of war, Never slow? Alone forever upon your golden fist Or is it the fate of Divine? All are meant to service All have a role within this Suffocate the youth No repeats of the mistakes Let all rebellion cull itself, Or suffer a fate worse than death Every role rotating with few exempt Is it alone as rot sets in your creation? But you are Divine What am I to question Within your domain, I am but yet another death Yet another corpse of the youth Temporary powers to change nothing For I am, An forgotten memory that won't be recorded #writing #poetry #violence #cw-religious-imagery