The Inauguration

Today there is a funeral. There is no coffin and the grieving cannot attend but must stand to the side. The monsters stand over a body splayed out and naked. defenseless. And those that stand around it do so with the smirk of spite and the arrogance of ignorance.

More is now god-the endless striving where enough dies by the pitiless hand of a psychotic killer. Religion loses itself in its ecstasy and it adherents praise the death as a start to an end they have prayed for.

The fires are stoked and the greedy lick their lips. Evil is born with a secret smile on its face-yet again. And good, decency, and right lower their heads and watch as their tears evaporate in the heat as they drop to the ground.

The grieving hope but they realize that they cannot turn their heads from the reality of the gruesome scene as the monsters feast, drunk on blood, not hiding their toothy grins.