Sphinx

I come to you
Engorged on the dust of your god
His desiccated corpse as nothing to me
For even you
Self-righteous protector of untruth's
Even you do not worship him
For it is the Son you pray to
The Christ that you call redeemer
Beware your lamb
He returns as the lion it is said
I leave you to read
Ponder on the tantrums of your God
Whilst I
Fresh from feeding
Cleanse these claws

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