O' Holy Ghost

A Poem by terriblerosey

I had insomnia.

Stupefied indoctrination
Waltzing to the hum
Of gospel righteous rhythms.
Dragging helpless rascals
Across blood-stained linoleum
Fresh from the progressive sacrifice
Of the young harlot
Who so desecrated her own soul.
Violent rage seeks out
All who have united themselves
Inevitable transgression
Burning in the filth of one’s essence
If thy divinity adores me
I don’t want to see the light