Imagine if you were abused,
Tortured everyday
With cruel and unusual treatments
And people just stood by and watched.
Treated the abuses like a game
Blaming you,
The victim for each one of their shame
Increasing harm to tame.
Coerce and force into grandiose ploys
Acting like we're all toys
To be manipulated and controlled
By those liars, traitors and cheats-
In constant rinse
And repeat.
Never taking no.
Never hearing go.
Ignoring everything,
But their own wanton desires,
Ends of greed and lust
Fed by Satan’s fires-
Where fear and hate
Twist truths and consume trust.
Crammed delusions of grandeur
Into a narcissistic self-bust.
Attacking and destroying
This is their cover
To divert attention
From what matters.
A priest and a Levite
Spoke of forgiveness
As both walked away-
Still staring at the victim-
Covered in parasites,
Tortured,
Abused
And dying in decay.
Years
In this valley of the grandiose unholy
And still only grief
Still, no Good Samaritans offering relief.