Broad Gate Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

The plague has come
Children of revelry infected
Night with tentacles of pagan masks
Parley with ancient gargoyles
Praise your temple of idols
No asylum, no peace, no salvation
The fever gone, surrender
Tossed with the wind
Love of money over humanity
Itching ears, loss of conscience
All your teachers can't stop death
Fields of evil, the harvest of hell
Drones of sex, Sodom and Gomorrah
Hearts buried and sold
Strange faces of Roman tempest
Lovers of pleasure more than God
False freedom
Fornicators
Given over
Hardened
Defiled
Unforgiving
Blind
Slaves of evil
Vile
Lost
The broad gate fills with the living dead