A Testament to Hatred

Our endless history

is a testament to hatred.

This pain,

nurtured by your greedy saliva,

makes the soul smile.

I remember the past epoch in detail,

the testimony resurrected by

your silence does not fit it.

Before God rises from his throne,

let us look down

at the clouds beneath our feet.

Let us consider a body

that does not need salvation.

Steeped in the past,

I die meekly in your thoughts.