Icarus the Owl - Mantis

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From the scorned, desolate, lonely planet that you live.
Patterns of lust converge, folding over and under.
Incoherent stammers.
Kicking dirt into my mouth.
Sop up the blood with the bread.
The lamb is dead.
There’s no corner of this world
that I won’t crawl
to see your bloodied bones bear the truth to us all.
The world we knew shining through.
A child left to die.
His mother left to weep.
Barred defense, let me in.
Face the pew and be on your knees for repentance.
Begging for release.
Begging to be cured Unzip their skin and use them for their organs.
You’d start anew but parts of you keep poking through,
rearing something unsavory;
nothing bleach won’t undo.
Prepare his dismantle.
The king has been lying.
Now watch him burn while smiling.
Feed his bones to his disciples.