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and the deaf shall not hear and the blind will see nothing

An old man raised himself from his knees    
then fell into a whimper    
and sobbed himself to his feet again    
then, in a husked near whisper    
cried out to the heavens for mercy    
     
there came a murmur of a notion    
from the noblemen stood left of him    
an under-tongue half talk about demons    
and where shadowed creatures    
would walk the long nights off    
and seek out the weak    
to steal their minds away    
   
a fleet of geese scorned the servant lady    
who'd stopped to gawk at the spectacle        
they spat spits of hate, while they ran    
with their wings beating wildly    
and long necks stretched out in anger    
then they hissed the shoes from her    
   
the old man raised his voice a tone    
for a post script oration    
about a filthy lying Nazarene    
who'd torn the world asunder    
and how his minions    
had raped and plundered the children    
suffered unto him    
     
but his voice was hardly even audible    
above the din of bewilderment    
resonating through the passers-by    
on their way to give thanks    
for the great privilege of worship
Written by lepperochan (CraicDealer)
Published | Edited 6th Jun 2014
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