God's Hand Of Rejection Poem by Christopher Biddle

You vomit of lies; you do as they do.
I know who you are you know that I do
You act out my words and your throat now grows tight.
Unsheathing my sword,
calmly chanting to fight.

Slashing the words...
For thought, for height.
A rise of your soul.
I threaten, I might...

Get off your knees!
I push you, I scream.
I grab hold, teeth sink...
Then rip you from seams.
Fall to the floor while you painfully plead.
Cold stare through your eyes.
Lick my lips as you bleed.

Only weaklings have given their souls to be sold.
Your life now escapes you.
Freezing black hollow and cold.

Traitors will pay the ultimate price.
Chase synthetic dreams while rolling the dice.
I catch up to all who take it for granted.
For I am the saint unto whom all are remanded.
No mercy, no quarter, no chance for affection.
I am the end...