You had the image
you are worshipped
the God amongst many
the poor pitied people

Your white shirt
its never stained
You painted with
Such careful features
Never a stroke
you’d regret
They were afraid
you would incinerate

You laugh and you pretend
the silent judge
Always secret
never revealed
People know
they ignore
I bear witness
their Crucifixion

The world’s obessesion
you have the power
the raining glory
the unrestrainable dictator

a meer victim
Of the unholy beast
never the saved
never the spared

the hidden pleasure
of immunity
has not graced
the passing mortals

death toll’s rising
the world is crashing
No person untouched
nothing Sacred

the Unholey empire
taking over
no One stops it
No hero is there