The heretic didn't lie in the way we wanted her to
No voice deep and booming with unearned confidence
How could she speak for us
And how could we hear
We needed sugared fantasies simply told
In language we can understand
By those who look and sound like us
Who feel like us: loud and violent
Full of rage, vengeance, cruelty, spite, disgust
desperate indulgence in self righteousness
Ego engorged on it's own phantom reflection
Forever quenching our thirst with brine
And our hunger with famine
We poison ourselves to watch others cry
Through these mortifications we become
Starved of love enough to fit through the eye of the needle
Thinned of empathy enough to enter the Kingdom
Full of (y)ourselves, we are emptied
Darkness projected out, fears made manifest
Sadness vanquished, despair bullied away
The problem of evil cleverly solved by its embrace
God will pay attention now
If our golden calf is all business
Rough around the edges, honest in depravity
Willed to power but never accountable
Forgiven trespass without repentance
Absolution claimed even as atrocities pile
Larping the apocalypse in cardboard
Our knights templar are but proud boys
A cargo cult crusade
co-opting a cosplaying heel of an antichrist
A pregnant prophecy is induced
The future, both revealed and made
We will bring about the end-times
To fit into our scheduled tee-times
Our clubs are in the back
Impatient as we are for the show to start
We know the hour and the day
We can wait no longer for the promised paradise
Through riches we will create it
Through ignorance we will burn it
Through greed we will destroy salvation
Faith is hope renamed, remade, reclaimed
But we have no need of hope or faith
When there is no future to be had only revelation
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Not true some do
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Magpies of Meaning
PoetryA collection of poems like treasured trinkets gathered in a nest.
