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When hurt is real
When no knight saves
When pain invades
When no one shows
House of suffering crushes
Religion of effort suffocates
Last breath exhales
Last grip releases
I saw
hope falsified
love theatrified
peace brutalized
joy criminalized
I saw
hate deified
war glorified
truth trivialized
I saw petrified people paralyzed by putrid pedagogues spewing paltry platitudes while fleecing the flock of the faithful who bought into the Bolshevik bullshit
I saw society succumb to the incessant sucking of the socialist schillers who decried any denial of imminent disaster descending on huckstered humanity
I saw innocent individuals eliminated by the grinding gears of greed all in the name of nazi-esque nationalism
I saw the many who marched to martyrdom in the wake of woke wisdom whistling through the hallowed halls of higher minds
I saw the fervent faction whose re-man’d Marxist manifesto materialized in vehement violence to vindicate the “victim”
But
I see love like a lamp lighting the way to an awakened world where the blossoming beauty of bountiful life leaps from the lips of lyricists
I see unity unfolding unfettered from the hearts of humanity holding the bridge of an unbreakable bond of identity invested from eternity
I see healed hearts passionately propelled to purposeful pursuits solving society’s slide to dissolution
I see that humanity is unity explored through divinity expressing diversity humbly housed in mortality
The dam of my angst has broken
I am no longer afraid to write it
To hell with your concepts of hell
I can’t hold to your beliefs anymore
Hasn’t worked, hasn’t helped
It only breaks, only kills
I have loosed the accuser within
Death and destruction only followed him
Mercy, mercy for whatever does exist
If this is freedom let it flow
If this is bondage let it bind
I can only know when I fully let go
The lies, the half truths, the sins of my fathers, the sins of my youth
Goodbye to all
The death of belief
Can be such a relief
I don’t believe in you
Powerless evangelical diety
Standing outside time
Watching on the sidelines
Death, destruction riding rampant
No intervention for the innocent
I don’t believe in you
Punitive protestant god
Waiting up there
Judging from the courts
Condemned, saved marching endlessly
No rest for the wicked or the just
I don’t believe in you anymore
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Setting you free logically through contextual interpretations.
A girl and her adventures
The Power of Story
"...that where I am you may be also." Jn.14:3