Upon the oratory,
Coerced Evisceration.
Witness bore to those who should not see, the secret brewing.
Festering inside the virgin maiden.
Cleric unholy, disgrace the name of god.
For in the house built in the name of one man,
sin was born.
Defiled by the crept hand of humanity.
She would not let herself fall into lust,
her demon made of flesh.
Her demon with a corrupt soul.
De-robed in the name of sanctity;
Another lie to feed;
another body behemoth shall suckle through means of sacrilege.
To spite whom who have forgotten.
Festering between the maiden’s legs;
could be naught but the malignity of two forces against each.
Voiced the pain of entrance.
The scream of release.
To the seed that is to be planted in the name of blasphemy.
Teeth gnawing from within.
Believed in a savior in her time of need.
Now withered in the afterbirth of reality.
Cursing the life growing.
An attempt to redeem, the maiden is no more.
Bewildered, ashamed, abashed;
The maiden for which is not to be heard, between the Cleric’s decomposition.
Tossed from acknowledgment.
What maiden has a choice.
But to meet the devil that lay within her womb.
She can feel it breathing, nails clawing.
Torn is the flesh from inside.
Wether then wait;
At hell’s flaming gate;
She runs.
One swift movement, one thought decision, one wavering hand to help.
One incision, one defecation,
one un holy maiden.
Falling from grace she meets her devil.
Thought of as red with teeth made of bone,
imagined with tail, claws of stone.
Alas she peered with dying eyes, upon the child born from acrimonious.
Indeed this was the maiden’s devil.
The fetus shown, could not but stair with un lidded eyes.
It’s un-beating heart cold as ice.
The maiden wept, still unforgiven;
by the Christ who turned his head.
She could see the truth,
embraced.
She went to meet her devil.
