Thus is the Nature of Evil

Figuratively

I’d like to believe

But realistically speaking

Don’t wish to deceive

You with what I have been through

Confusing serenity’s faith

In repose

With the blame I assign to

My deity woes

With which all of the fallible

Gods I expose

To Elysiums painted

In war-shaded rose

For its in graceless minds,

Wicked hearts they take shape

And give form to the genocide, arson and rape

Growing fat on the spoils of fate

And the prayers

Of the hunger still searching through scraps

For fair shares