They have taught us
That without them
We’ll lose all contact
With their dark god.
Their black robed
Infidels feed on our
Sickness and spit
Out our sins while
Mocking our humanity.
When they come
To us on our death
Beds they try to
Act as if they really
Care but that care was
Long dead when they
Found that they could
Not care anymore.
And so we die on our
Death beds and hope
That there really is
A god somewhere.
Vultures gather
around us for an
early morning feast.
Black flies dig at any
rotten flesh around
our lips and eyes.
A murder of crows
wait nearby to claw
out our soft parts.
Our bones once
picked clean are
dry and broken down.
Our remains are unceremoniously
dumped into a
deep dark hole
Where maggots
eat all that remains
of our dead bodies.
Until there remains
nothing of us to
show that we ever lived.
©ronvdm777
Aug 2020
©ronvdm777
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