The Well Eternal

Does God love the Enemy?
For the Enemy is Man,
None more than the rock,
On which he will stand.

Putrid man shall fall,
under weight of years;
and lie among the Mother’s
blood-specked tears.

And so virgin Gaia
is chaste no more,
But deeply tainted,
a portrait of a whore.

The mouldy blight which
takes it’s last breath;
The Son of Man
has brought his own death.

In the stagnant path,
To the elder’s mind,
The path of righteous
God’s will we might find.

All that was then
shall forever be;
Is this the rock’s will,
or that of the Three?

by Eoin Brennan

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