Fool’s Gold

A golden child rusted away 

Tossed from eden to calamity 

Fell from the heavens like a demon

                                     Broken angel wings 

Divinity corrupted by almighty expectation 

The hymns become out of tune 

The priests become vengeful            

In the house of worship 

Under His hand 

The creation curls small 

Awaiting clarification 

Why have they lost holiness?

Why is this house no longer their home? 

Judgement says there's no place for the tarnished sinner up by the golden gates 

One's illness might spread 

The fallen creature weeps

Knowing nothing shall ever change 

Where do you go when everything you know is gone?

Who do you become                

When you realize you are the thing they feared you might be?

By Kay Munoz