We were witness to the apex:
Holy men
As cows led to slaughter,
Sliced at the neck 
By the hand that feeds.
 
And fed...
We’re full,
And waiting in line.
Our brothers blood
Flowing like wine
Sipped from goblets gold:
 
Being bold
In the face of God.
Being told
Everything’s fine.
 
But some of us aren’t going,
And soon we’ll be showing 
Our numbers. 
 
"Vengeance is mine..."