2004-01-09 - antifiction
rotting flesh, gone foul, decay
all bulldozed into landfills
the stench darkens the light of day
as evil grabs for handfuls
and psychic power is bereft
of all intended glory
it's ruled by denizens which left
behind the true love story
what could be more terrible
than a life that's gone to waste?
the thought should be unbearable:
provoke resolution's haste
determinate counsel should forewarn
but earnest heed's forsaken
preoccupied and so forlorn
self-centeredness has taken
the throne on which there ought to be
antithesis of tyranny
alone the one true deity
the God of holy purity
but you've forsaken innocence
and wandered far from recompense
so who will stand in your defense?
what must precede till pride repents?
what ominous fear of God must come
to turn the pathos outward from
its hellbent blow to kingdom come
is there no cure for deaf and dumb?
spiritual blindness on the run
tripping out on fleeting fun
childish blasphemes are spun
on looms which cannot be undone
the twisted branch will not be straight
the human love is plagued with hate
a finer line there does exist
a soothing hand becomes a fist
illusion quickly turns to fear
as lovers kill what once was dear
and only one true love can save
only one, fearless and brave
when in the garden on his knees
there beneath the olive trees
there came the prayer of galantries
"Father take this cup from me...
This cup of vileness and disease
nevertheless, Your will be done
not mine, dear God,
Amen.
your son"
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