Scripture

In which do we listen and bend our necks
To separate lions and snakes within the wrecks
Our so fond fathers which came before us
But who are they to defend the lust?
All of which follows a sign of three
But in which realm includes it me?
For will my ghost hold a part?
Within the three of holy art
Is right and wrong so black and grey?
For only he can know the way?
All of the pages thin like bread?
As if a metaphor for where we’re lead
So when we stand to consume this cup
Will this be the only blood lost so corrupt?

Robin, 21, UK.