Cannibals

The drums... The distant drumming
Is foreboding Evil's eminent
Approach as I lay sleepless
On a breathing jungle floor,
Knowing when the drumming stops
The silence soon will issue forth
It's summons and the chase begins
As I seek sanctuary's door.

Heading deep into the underbrush
I seek a hiding place,
Praying to avoid the common predators
Of lower cunning;
Knowing my true enemy is one of like flesh,
Closing fast.
I cover tracks as best I can
And task my weary legs keep running.

Faith is shaken, and all calm
Is turned to fitful flights of fright.
Satan must protect these cannibals
Who stalk the restless night.

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