Malice

By: Joe Oxford

THIS IS THE TRANSMUTATION OF BEAUTY,
AN ENERVATED GREEK CHRIST LIES BLEEDING IN HIS MOTHERS ARMS.
A MANIFESTATION OF DEATH STANDS ERECTED SILENTLY BEHIND HIM IN DARKNESS.
WOEFULLY, THE LOST LOOK UPON HIM AS IF HE WILL EMANCIPATE THEM FROM
THEIR WEAKNESS.

IN THEIR TEARS THEY PROCLAIM HIS LOVE,
IN THEIR FEAR THEY NEGATE ALL THAT THRIVES TO LIVE,
IN THEIR JOY THEY PROCLAIM THEIR IGNORANCE,
IN THEIR HATE THEY PROJECT THE CAVILING GRAVEN IMAGE,
THE LIFELESS EFFIGY THAT EPITOMIZES ALL THAT FAIL.

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