Lux Occulta

See the generations lost
drowned in cold waters of Jordan
Sheep led to the slaughter
by humble shepherd Kephalophoros
See their heads enchained with crowns
and their flea-ridden royal cloaks
I curse you – trembling knees
bending too easily
I curse insidious hands
stretched out for more alms
father and son, skin and bones
footsteps printed in a sand
this is the time and the place
to throw the mask away
Judge for you'll be judged
Every single word counts
He who has no name
Omnivorous emptiness