Feel the Cold

Do you feel the cold,
through buttress stone seeping?
Does this wretched cause,
lay cuddled with you sleeping?
Married to the wilted line
Cold, boney fingers creeeping,
crawling 'round your crooked spine
Beyond the bitter frost of weeping
Where warm bloods do not go,
worshiping slaughter,
as deaths sad tribute
to the uncowed we
who believe in some things more
than evil's frigid lee
of hatred, pain, and gore
Oh do you feel this cold?
maring humanities core
with your legacy
the stuff of lore
of hegemony and disgust
as cold as Man is old