Poetry: "Heretics"

Not much to say here besides the poem. I wrote it after I finished the Old Testament, so it's pretty easy to see where the basis of it comes from. It's not quite finished, but I'll worry about that later.

Heretics

Darkness is abroad

The people have now left their god

Turned toward the idol’s path

They’ll soon be scattered by the hand of wrath

They dwell in ignorance

Continue in abhorrence

Their king forgotten now

The one to whom they used to bow

A messenger he sends to them

To tell them what they’ve done

The heretics refuse to hear him

Seeking after him with stones