Sunday, April 21, 2019

Silenced

Day-21 NaPoWriMo-2019/A to Z Challenge-2019

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Entangled, the blood spawned Frankenstein, 
a collage of mangled horror.

A wail of death hangs in silence
embossing the charred, dark, ghostly terror.

Sunday, a festive day, came eagerly after forty days, 
the new dress got dyed, from white to red.

The preacher, where is he? 
and the bearer of cross, nowhere to be seen.

Elongated images in half prayers 
were resurrected and buried in their sliminess 

Roared the Medusa in satanic verses, hideous behind a veil, 
and the blood got imprinted on the Easter eggs.


Did faith die today?















4 comments:

  1. This is so sad but well-written, especially the part about the dress being dyed red.

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    1. Yes,what is happening in the name of religion is really sad.Thank you very much for passing by. :)

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    1. Thank you. A heartless act by some brainwashed barbarians.

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