Divine Breach

A pushed narrative that is said to be a pitiful self-promotion,

Coming from the shadows at the top, trembling hands, moving thinning strings, 

A desperate attempt to meddle with a motion,

Set to reveal the secret power behind their youngblood magic potion, 

Cut wings, a silenced legion meant to sing, bloody tears, no call to their next of kin,

The heavenly skies are shedding light on this dark cold place. 

A voice for the silenced lambs,

The many sacrificed from the barbaric suits, all in cahoots,

Safely secured files, twisted bow ties, polished white lies,

Depleted the well-nourished children,

Swapped faces, tarnished shines,

Become The Forgotten after the very last sip,

Last night’s harvest heard in today’s speech,

An aroma coming from those pearling white teeth,

Shallow souls drowning in their cold-blooded denial,

Choosing to leach and to feast,

Took their hierarchy seat,

At the very divine breach.