Downstairs death stares
electrodes fry her temples
Dr. Freeman taps the ice pick.
Lightning strikes temples of gods long dead
cottontail rabbit diligently digging his hole.
Downstairs death stares
like lilies of the field
scorched by the late summer sun
the Son commends His spirit
neath the cheering of the bloodthirsty throng.
Downstairs death stares
waves of horsemen and archers under one flag exact revenge on waves of horsemen and archers under another
all ignoring the nagging truth:
If compassion be honest, no sin remains.
Downstairs death stares
but what about up above?
With a vacant stare He looks down there
like a puzzled mechanic under a hood
and God saw that it was good.
Celestial Murmurs 
“Lightning strikes temples of gods long dead”
wow!
Hi, interesting poems, I shall be back.
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Wow, this is cool Lavender, you are the first “stranger” to kindly comment on a poem you stumbled upon and in doing so you led me to your page! and this poem! Read all I could and this one stands out as my favorite. Very Shock Therapy and just straight up powerful. Dark and beautiful, dark beautiful. Love the mystery of trying to figure out who you are and only have your poems which are clues. I infer, but could be mistaken, that from the pinches and black and blues line from your other poem that made me giggle. Thank you so much! Rock on Lavender!
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inspired by Lavender 🙂