By Nullus
(Written on St. George's Day, 2022) My father is dying, I am paralyzed! My mother is crying, I am stigmatized! My love’s petrified stare, We are traumatized! Dear God! My deepest prayer! My trembling baby! My son! My destiny! Disjointed spires swing, Steeples perforate. Dissonant church bells ring, Lost souls resonate. Malevolence obscures, Technocrats sedate. Remorseless saboteurs! Promoting Satan! Dead civilization! Faceless masks ridicule, Grotesqueries cheer. Voluptuaries drool, On bullhorns of fear. Warping our perception, Sociopaths leer. Riots! Revolution! Treacherous shepherds! Pharisaic bastards! Cormorants devour, In public spaces. Rootless bug men cower, In networked cages. Collaborators spew, Disruptive phrases. The dragon awakens! Armies of garbage! Civil wars and Carnage! The vile basilisk seethes, Human sacrifice! Unbaptized hordes reel, Corrupted by vice! For my son! My daughter! I will pay the price! Save us from this slaughter! Saint George, the slayer, Vanquish God’s betrayer! Golden trumpets bellow, Beams of light cascade! Righteous contempt echoes, Calling for crusade. He draws his blessed sword. I embrace its blade. I swear to you, Saint George! I will end this fight! To crush all parasites! © Nullus 2022