Just fool’s golden inlay

Sacrament

A mysterious book

Made my monsters

To keep those not wanted

Far enough away

Glimmer from the cover

Just fool’s golden inlay

Secrets kept

For only the monsters’ ears to hear

A grand scheme

In the making for thousands of years

Monsters of every make

Monsters of every kind

To take over the world

One saint at a time

With lies and deceit

They have created a world

Where only the monstrous of monsters

Have access to The Word

A Word not spoken

Out loud for fear

Saints will hear them

For the monsters are near

Monsters in disguise

Not quite normal

Not quite right

Yet yielding power

In your darkest night

Smiling to your face

Flashing pearly whites

Thinking that the saints

Can’t see their crooked smiles

Shaking your hand

Manicured and smooth

Covering up the callous practices

Misconfiguring all that is true

In a nowhere lobby

Sits part sinner part saint

Glad she’s not a monster

Awaiting her fate

The monsters

Her fate they will decide

They hold the book

The sacrament

The lies