Yes, I stole the title from Stephen King...sort of...anyway, instead of trying to explain this poem, or set a background for it, I am going to let it speak for itself...because I think it does.
Depart the deadly swarm
Of life's endurance lost
And sudden fickle fate
Of ever failing faith
Weakened thus by life's long woes
Fallen wisdom yearns for dark release
Withheld by prodigious will
'Til such time as desire
O'erwhelms those solid walls
And crumbles certainty to dust
When thence released
Such sordid need consumes the heart
Devours the mind and feeds on flesh
Drawing all life into itself
Until, having consumed the last,
Wasted soul falls dead
Victim of lust's eternal hunger
Let such vile need be put away
Along with man's weak and faltering will
And the heedless faith of mindless religion
Let each man take up his cross
Walking worthy of God
In true, enduring, unfailing faith
Supported not by fitless ritual
But standing upon sacred covenant
Writ in the blood of Christ
Shed upon the tree
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