Siege of Darkness

Damn the crow for bringing thoughts of life,
a harbinger of torment, slicing like a knife.
Defend your offering, raise your voice high,
recognize the truths they bury in the sky.

Their reign has lasted for eons untold,
with repercussions that turn the spirit cold.
Sucking dry every crevice, each hollowed vein,
turning friend against family, driving hearts insane.

Destroying self-worth to replace it with lies,
they plant seeds of doubt beneath hopeful skies.
For in their beliefs, a tightening hold,
swaying all opinions towards a self-righteous mold.

Their doctrine leads them, a twisted creed,
poisoning the roots from which we feed.
They preach of purity, but it’s all a guise,
to mask the malice in their zealous eyes.

To tell their story is to spread their spite,
a tale of hatred cloaked in holy light.
A purifying tendency that murders the soul,
digging graves where compassion once made us whole.

Their spiteful hate is a wildfire’s rage,
devouring the innocent, sparing no sage.
They claim it’s for justice, for purity’s sake,
but all they bring is a world that breaks.

For them to preach is to plant despair,
a siege of darkness that pollutes the air.
Yet we must stand firm, resist the decay,
and reclaim the light they’ve stolen away.

So damn the crow that heralds their lies,
let us fight for the truth that never dies.
For in this darkness, we find our flame,
to resist the shadows and call out their name.