.

Flail

. The wheat and tares

Flail

. The winding, twisted arguments and their hypocritical stares

Flail

.  The grinding edge of the apocalypse;

.  Godspeed the Prince of Peace and an end to greedy politics!

Flail

. The revolutionary, veiled promises and their violence that haunts darkened thrones

Flail

. The path of injustice as it drives its warlike wedge toward our homes

Flail

.  The tyrants, who’ve enslaved people to their ideas

Flail

. their sycophants and their flood of empty tears.

Flail

. the superior denier and self-righteous believer,

.      who fails to see no grace for either

Flail

. “parent one” and “parent two” which replace gender specific roles;

.       those who’d kill mother and father,

.       and rob little children,

.       to placate selfish “trolls”.

Flail

. the revanchist;

.           controversialist,

.            who fixes an argument so it’s won;

.            where 4 + 4 equals 5, and its forbidden to correct the sum.

Flail

. vanity metrics and its socio-political funds,

.      where a hashtag can destroy an honest man

.      and any good work that he has done.

Flail

.     the auctioneers and their ideological lunge

.      who play the people’s court,

.      to shoot to kill with a social media gun.

Flail

. the willing beggar who swallows this garbage hole.

. Who then thinks, is, speaks, and blindly does, whatever the bloody-hell they’re told.

.

But, halleujah for the resistance and its gladdening light

hallelujah for those who’ve not surrendered to the storm, or to its encroaching night.

Halleujah to the King of Kings,

. The Prince of Peace, the presence of the Christ.

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©RL2017

 Artwork credit: John Martin, ‘The Last Man’, 1849