Posts
it's genius
each veiled
creedless mystery
feeding such
a brilliant
genuine delight
but maybe
this world
it's something
even demons
flushed down
some slimy
hellish drain
but still
isn't it
utterly miraculous
blowing all
our mystified
confused minds
maybe we
somehow will
perhaps dream
our way
navigate out
of this
disingenuous mess
it's something
I must
truly confess
that simply
always seems
completely surreal
gravity's misadventure
if only
killer's bullets
weren't real
if only
applauding bombs
didn't fall
all that
flawed history
marauding psalms
confusing us
all those
nefarious politics
leaving us
severely broken
forever pondering
even wondering
ever wandering
isn't though
just wonderful
staunch life
where children
all that
every innocence
all that
what was
almost good
is torn
ripped apart
by those
that should
be setting
some thing
even good
an example
something instead
of cruel
bitter war
causing grief
yet instead
bloody greed
steadily mar
ready relief
double crossing
so many
needlessly die
fall bleeding
those things
that might
have been
something beautiful
even sure
those things
that could
have been
beyond blind
mysterious ritual
loveless nothing
but victims
horrid gore
all those
loveless lies
that we
are told
all that
pitifully phony
that always
forever unfolds
what sort
of revolution
does it
bloodywell take
to change
broken things
make things
spoken better
maybe God
needs to
simply arrive
grab those
faithless guilty
by their
conniving throats
pluck out
their lies
evil eyes
tear out
their cold
deceitful hearts
maybe then
all that
marauding genius
would reveal
unveil those
curtained mysteries
so we
certainly all
could live
certain brilliance
so we
forever all
might give
faithfully share
our world
which just
makes sense
but then
all those
demented despots
hiding secluded
always scheming
vainly they're
golden towers
while innocence
unfolding everything
that was
once told
as perfectly
seemingly good
is sent
unceremoniously rent
dreaming hell
like they
all should
so in
all their
fucked up
total inhumanity
thinking they
are smart
saying they
are great
some people
do see
all their
shifty lies
causing all
shifting this
worldly strife
shoving tawdry
garish knives
into every
good soul
shoddy causing
this world
to bend
bodies bleeding
what if
virile sun
simply refused
to shine
what if
all oceans
simply turned
to brine
what would
we do
would all
even those
brilliant leaders
all those
smartly genius
simply say
it was
our fault
couldn't be
wasn't theirs
but really
who truly
fucking cares
who doesn't
always wish
they were
grandly rich
more powerful
who doesn't
pray standing
for more
give me
hordes more
sordidly maybe
it is
all illusion
affording maybe
it is
all delusion
even certainly
it is
utter confusion
some believe
in all
yet those
richly powerful
impertinent lies
some believe
God is
still on
their side
while God
stays away
uproariously laughing
at us
all this
roaring war
making everything
that once
was almost
even good
so dearly
heaven pays
nothing is
every going
to be
alright again
so much
is lost
brilliance isn't
even in
within sight
that genius
left us
simply escaped
our world
when propaganda
took its
virulent hold
its deathly
cheerless grip
making innocence
light itself
self immolation
destructive fire
with all
war's grizzly
untamed desire
with all
our forgotten
happy dreams
so now
just us
drowning here
dangerously crowned
by this
choking mire
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