ink splashed on the scriptures;
tainted by blood.
heretic brethes— flame of faith flickered,
ignited by clubbed.
a cave painting of god on the book of narcissist,
the brush must be punished.
“he is my justice, your honour;
if you say a word against him,
your neck will rest upon my sword”
announced the perpetrator, in the voice of heaven.
“he is also also my child, sweet love,
i won’t denounce him no matter what!”
as the god explained, the crowd gasped,
“who is this wolf in our liberator’s skin?”
the man amongst men was lynched and
the sinner was set free by society.
Be religious enough to pray and being a good man but not mad enough to GET offended on God’s behalf because you think HE is offended and punish someone ON his behalf _/\_
also idk how much the poem fits the prompt :P