Hark, the Herald Angels Scream

Photo by Julia Kadel on Unsplash Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published Hark, the herald angels scream; Witches burn whilst martyrs dream. Communion offers moldy host While lights from styrene idols gleam. Hymnals sing of anger, boast Of torpid saints and photon ghosts. Fine wine turned to tepid water Drunk in barren ritual toasts. Speak of peace and practice…