When sin is what belief assumes
the breadth and width of all
the mantel of command is worn
with thorns added to pierce
kind guidance hangs as chains
on the tongues of hypocrites
bedfellows birth hybrid spawn
sum of the worst now combined
the flesh is weak says this lot
unable to fulfill their goals
the world belongs to the one
seen upon the high mountain
stretching far as the eye can see
with no escape until light recedes.
2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160913.