The Major and the Minor (Poetry Version)

Infected

            Thunder cries and lightning cracks;

They say that all the pitted streets lack is a monster, but we know better, don’t we?

We can see the true monster is a parasite in a human host;

It roars with jealousy, it cackles with pride, it kills with hate, but this is not what hurts the most;

The most wretched of the pain is to see the host destroy themselves, and the world around, infecting more.

The more it infects, the fewer we become; even our hearts pump the infectious toxin. The very same drifting from the crimson sea unto the shore.

And yet there is hope, truer than the purest human heart,

And He would never and will never abandon us- no matter how infected we are.