Outcast

The celestial clouds used to exist within my mind.
The light shined through dim cracks above our heads inside the cathedral.
But He found out about the one deep night,
a night that was forever fulfilling until the guardian caught an eye.
He watched from his skyline clerestory,
or was that imaginary?
Either way we were disdained.
We became outcast in a land of embers.
Outcast no longer fed, outcast no one dared to pronounce.
The walls of fire, galling and distasteful, tried to embrace us they would say.
We were the idols of the "Do Not Dos".
The statues that deteriorated, but their stories remained hewn in the minds of the youth.
Those stories of betrayal and disgust.
The children grew up to spread,
what now most accustom as folklore.
A modern day folklore due to the increase of us.
The outcast.
The ones who are belittled for how we came from the womb.
The ones who just don't give a damn about He or who.
We are the pin in the alley that will never fall.
The outcast from their land, the land of distraught.
The upset leader with upset followers,
the ones who remain brainwashed inciting the same three words, "do not do".
Never shall we do.
Never shall we do.
It has changed formula in recent months,
but it remains conventional.
The circus is slowly closing its doors,
as the ringmaster's tears hit the stand below.
The lights shut off as I forever closed the book,
but she stood waiting...
Her sinister smile of disapproval.
Her black gown.
Her knowing of my sins.