Hark, the Herald Angels Scream
Hark, the herald angels scream; Witches burn whilst martyrs dream. Communion offers moldy host While lights from styrene idols gleam. Hymnals sing of anger, boast Of torpid saints and photon ghosts. Fine wine turned to tepid water Drunk in barren ritual toasts. Speak of peace and practice slaughter, Curse your neighbor’s sons and daughters. Speak the Word yet worship pain Gifted by your alma mater. Cast the first stone once again While singing loud the hymn’s refrain. Clutch the pearl of high esteem Incense burns from virtue feigned. Hark, the herald angels scream As witches burn in martyr’s dreams. The styrene idols dully gleam And virtue is not what it seems.
That was very well done!
I read it a couple of times (couldn't help but hear it in the voice of Frank Sinatra singing "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"), and I found it very evocative. Regarding the meaning, I didn't crack it myself, but the mentions of styrene did intrigue me.