Alms and Avarice
Herein lies the crown <br/> Jagged to the touch –brimstone forged <br/> Vaulted within the illusions <br/> Clergy of kings, vermillion and engorged. <br/> <br/> These are the times <br/> Of the peasants’ pestilence <br/> Resilient and the pious <br/> Praying to be cleansed <br/> <br/> Herein they crowned the lies <br/> Gilded swords cross the throats of the sick and the blind <br/> Halberds arch the path <br/> Devils scrutinize as the millstone grinds. <br/> <br/> Tyranny is the pox <br/> This citadel, sick with material bliss <br/> Spines will shatter upon the rocks <br/> This earthly divide: Alms and Avarice. <br/> <br/> In this great city, charity is the leash upon the destitute, ensuring their survival and containment. Salvation, a commodity, is bought and sold in writs of parchment. The benevolent prophecies most palatable by forked tongues have been engraved into man’s law, and liars and lechers enjoy sanctified immunity in the name of an aberrant crown. Alms are given to quell the rage of hunger, and Avarice has built this earthly layer of the underworld to pay homage to an unseen malefactor.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Gateways span the diocese <br/> Where the patriarchs nest <br/> Under the veils of rosaries <br/> And the aegis of the blessed <br/> <br/> Where the exarchs patrol <br/> Consuls of contracts and vice <br/> In search of weary souls <br/> Desperate to pay their price. <br/> <br/> These are the things called forth by the rectors <br/> To make feasts of the meek <br/> Sowing debt as seeds to an orchard <br/> For the corruption they bespeak. <br/> <br/> Such opulent shadows <br/> Give pause to the valorous <br/> Their silence is the wish of the blackguard <br/> Benighted, admonished to trust. <br/> The caitiffs will settle for servitude <br/> The sick will give of their flesh <br/> Desponding minds are prospective possessions <br/> For malefactors to divest. <br/> <br/> Talons grip the treasures and troves <br/> Sharp tongues harvest the hatred of the poor <br/> <br/> The clout of despots and demagogues lives on <br/> Through the power of this conspiracy, forevermore.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Poverty’s chosen have no place <br/> They hide their own faces beneath the waste and leave no trace. <br/> Friends of the flies <br/> Trembling pariahs and husks sentenced to be forever scorned and chastised <br/> <br/> Madness…or so they say <br/> No asylum can be found in this place. <br/> The vows of the Crown can only betray; <br/> Delirium and disgrace. <br/> <br/> Beggars they fear, and beggars they breed <br/> Through the misled years and forgotten tears they all will bleed <br/> Such is the doctrine <br/> Through the mad eyes of beggars, see abyssal serpents slithering within. <br/> <br/> Oh, see them turn their heads <br/> Couldn’t spare two coins for eyes of the dead <br/> No stones to be thrown from a sack of gems <br/> Lest they succumb to the madness and become like them.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A populace torn into factions, all fractured, broken and hewn <br/> Numb and unaware of the infected, festering wounds <br/> Maggots line the lips that spit those aspersions <br/> Archdevils devise and conquer with oligarchic coercions. <br/> <br/> The Jagged King presides over this chessboard <br/> To the prosperous priests, he is lord. <br/> They must create this contagion for you <br/> For the dark accolades they are due. <br/> <br/> Defiled corpses of commoners compose the tattered trail <br/> Dark peddlers strive to sell the will to prevail. <br/> A coin for each contract, and a stitch for each soul <br/> Threaded to a grin for the madmen to behold. <br/> Lies will soothe and feed this disease <br/> Who could stand against a legion that dwells upon its knees? <br/> <br/> Flagellants lay sores upon the backs <br/> Leeches feast upon the cracks <br/> A plague of hatred and vehement pawns <br/> They fight, while devils steal the dawn. <br/> <br/> No greater affliction hath been wrought than the plague of pawns. The most devoted slaves are possessed of euphoric zealotry to their own inner darkness, for that would aspire to achieve the comforts of uncompromising deviltry. They are the pawns walking amongst their fellow paupers, praising kings and killers alike for their triumphs, even as they break beneath the scaled hooves at which they worship. Shackled to the chessboard, these pawns ensure an army for the wicked, to clash against itself in perpetual injustice. To the pawn, even blood is fit to be retained within coffers, and victims are their own, sole destroyers.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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