The serpent sleeps
By the hanging gardens
The desert sands of time trickling
Christianity only spread
By submission to the sword
Like a plague begat by holy war
And spread amongst human gore.
I refuse to deify Jehovah
And denigrate Satana
I abhor submission
As the frost begat its last tear
I thought to myself and realized the lies of worms' excrement smeared as text onto holy books. I sought the crumbling megalith of the crucifix in my dreams and unleashed my tears of joy. The winter of mine gone, I welcomed a new spring of dawn.