A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Hound of Heaven
Raise the platform of performance
I’m a dog, doing tricks
Slow to obey, quick to bark and bite the hand that frees me
Apostate, Ronin, for who can serve two masters, justice and the Lord
We played a dirge for you, but you did not mourn
But made sacrifices to, Ba’al, Ashtoreth and Joel Osteen
Your gold touched mind, damning the debts and the debtors
To offer praise only to The Hierophant
Love the law with heart, soul and mind
The dogs of Jerusalem, sleeping by Ahab’s open window
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