Casandra's Ire

I know, I know
And I'll never tell
Words of blood
May seep
In your ears
But shall never
Break the god's spell

Divine splendor
Volumed in
Incantational ignorance
Cannot save you now

I know where it lies
I know where
The killer lies
But I will not
Suffer the deaf
So that they
May elude
Suffering so sweetly

Speak and there
Is no fun
To be had
Create silence
And all will burn

Oration betrays
Honest intention
Plebeian ears
Mutate truth
Into tongues
Nescient sheep
Should never
Lead the flock

Let it be
The greatest
Service
To that has
Yet to be
Is this oh so
Divine cleansing
Of all that
Should never
Have been

Let it burn