Whispers & Slaughter

They forged me in whispers and blood

Taught me to crawl in the shape of a god

Locked me deep inside a gem

Wore me like a crown of them

He found me in a prayer of pain

His hand was fire, his heart insane

He said, “Speak power, I’ll follow through”

I whispered once.

He slaughtered two.

I whispers,

You slaughtered.

I blinked,

You bombed.

I moaned,

You marched.

I whispered…

You burned the calm.

The priest kissed me with holy dread

Called every corpse a path ahead

The general washed me in morning lies

Said, “History favors the ones who rise”

The soldier dreamed of girls and fields

But I fed him fire when he kneeled

He said, “Oh spirit, what should I do?”

I whispered twice.

He killed a crew.

I whispers,

You preached.

I laughed,

You crowned.

I watched,

You called it truth.

I whispered…

You tore it down.

I’m not your evil.

I’m your mirror.

You just needed a tongue...

to say what you always wanted.

So don’t blame the ring…

Blame the finger that wore it.