Paroxysm

Bitterness enthroned
Bow to the grace of rage
Violence bursting from within
Pray to God you’re saved

On your knees shedding blood
Entreating God’s protection
Murderer and Murderess
Carrying out perfection

Grant me mercy from my ire
As I enter frenzied dance
Wave a knife like magic wand
Chant a song of praise to God

Rising from the deep red ground
Smearing blood upon white walls
Sweet innocence can never last
As long as demons hear these calls

Bow your head and fold your hands
Have you pleased your god below?
Shadowed walls are closing in
Naiveté is gone, I know

By Sarah Odle