there are fires now
where there used to be
untiring admonishing crucifixion
sentences of expiration
venting political direction
high up on
gravestone Gethsemane
staring down enraged
engaged on that cruddy knob
ruddy visions of blood and pity
sand and limestone gravel
cemented into closed
tall stone walls
such an imposing city
surrounded by appalling
immense gall and loathsome
so much doom took place
leaving mere remnants
manna and what used to be
when ailing earth speaks
involving dissolution
atop divine peaks
cradling refined life
beneath deep sea
seeking resolution
availing absolution
journey into truth
revealing self and sin
what if humans weren't
proven two legged
mental upright freaks
some gentle servile
a judgemental dreaming thing
agile mental ability
making fragile life
infantile and uncertain
just one fatal act
leading to another
or so it often seems
raising a commanding curtain
demanding nature's other facts
exposure we had better see
even in Gethsemane's firelight
crucifying nature is spiritually wrong
divine nature cannot simply right
stature and planetary destruction
all our insanity
selfish human acts
only God and evolution
being swept up
conceptual things
with this current
almighty vision
always creating
some universal solution
those convoluted human things
come to blind us
remember those
spiritual things
love in our hearts
souls blessed
driven with spiritual insight
still there rises
regent Gethsemane
adorned with singular ideals
addressing golden Caesar
behold those old angular idols
toasting fiery remedies
something crucifixion
constitutional vengeance
reveals with its reviled desire
take depressing designation
turn depressed expression into love
rejoice fulfilled
embrace joyful inspiration
Gethsemane created surreal hordes
ethereal crowds of moaning ghosts
talk about spears and swords
honed words of absolution
digress with formal disgrace
stormy oppression as crucifixion
all that being almighty sees
repressed images revealed
Holy Ghost in sacred shrouds
hovering as mist and clouds
midst groves of singing sacred trees
somewhere between
unassuming heaven
and fiery Gethsemane

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