. The wheat and tares
. The winding, twisted arguments and their hypocritical stares
. The grinding edge of the apocalypse;
. Godspeed the Prince of Peace and an end to greedy politics!
. The revolutionary, veiled promises and their violence that haunts darkened thrones
. The path of injustice as it drives its warlike wedge toward our homes
. The tyrants, who’ve enslaved people to their ideas
. their sycophants and their flood of empty tears.
. the superior denier and self-righteous believer,
. who fails to see no grace for either
. “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”.
. the revanchist;
. who fixes an argument so it’s won;
. where 4 + 4 equals 5, and its forbidden to correct the sum.
. vanity metrics and its socio-political funds,
. where a hashtag can destroy an honest man
. and any good work that he has done.
. the auctioneers and their ideological lunge
. who play the people’s court,
. to shoot to kill with a social media gun.
. 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.
Artwork credit: John Martin, ‘The Last Man’, 1849