infinitee

Hatred, on the child has been imbued.
Black as pitch, his abyss of despair,
Society and peers have left a disgusting residue,
Ever since he dined in a high chair.

His hand was clutched for years,
Led around and around in circles,
Those fabled Jews who wandered, he mirrors,
His world was dull, no reds, greens, or purples.

His brain was washed by the pious,
The vampires who hoard ther blood,
Their whole structure, based on bias,
Their temples, built on mud.

They adapt and blend to the times,
A chameleon with a hand grenade,
The new food, not fed, only mimed,
All while singing Jesus a serenade.

He wandered on the brink of apostacy,
Tired of lies, tired of smoke,
No more Stake, Cross, or hypocrisy,
If they were the truth,
Then on the world he would choke.

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"You are, and shall be, set in obsidian obelisk.
Those scars, these memories, will see you through"