January 25, 2023

Waiting

the simplicity of thoughts can change your future, a yearning, deception, forbidden, remember to sing loudly

in churches silent stillness, your faith has given it’s true worth, nightmare’s always end in alley ways, in the homes of the

desperate asking god to save their poor souls from more laws of avarice, wicked gifts of golden vice, resenting the

mourners accusation of treacherous acts of violence toward innocent blood, depleting of our natural resources in the hearts distress

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of slavish desire, thoughtless and guiltless, the simplicity of taking from others for themselves, abuse of god’s single virtue, his truth,

his cross to bare, his path, a glorious tortured liberation, his fellow martyrs rise and parade to the alter for communion as they taste

his flesh and blood, in guilt they breath stale air in his presence above the alter of worship, his sacrifice worth the pain of time

now he is sacrificed daily with prayers demanding a sanctified life without guilt, as the priests have a compulsive need to be

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our god in their presence, for sins overwhelming his sincerity of forgiveness for we are washed of our sins for we are our

sins and jesus was just a man sacrificing himself so his earthly father would see his true presence, a wish to die in his presence

as ancient gods, slumbering truth, powerless humans hesitant, seeking trust, a vanishing memento, our deceit in the

fear not in the awareness of our sinful necessity for violence, duplicity of thoughts perpetuating their vistas of grandeur

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retreat from the confrontation of the senses in burrowing, faithless, shallow defecation, as duty hides in the void of silent

despair, becoming other than this grouping of external chaos accepting devilish aggression as god’s will, the hunger for his

love hinges on the dutiful act of blindness towards innocence deflecting the inkling of truth that wants to rise but driven

deeper into the void of ego’s desperate deception, giving the faithful a touching of the flesh and evils youthful disguise,

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his single purpose, to see the worshipers consumed by madness, for his son’s dutiful presence, oh how we suffer before leaving

paradise, we hide under the illusion of tearful retribution giving credence to the power of suggestion, destroying the undercurrent

of our will, they are sightless in their glorious lust, these men of distractions, their lies whisper a coming messiah, the end

follows a nurturing disguise, in hate of oneself we seek to be fodder, a sacrificial lamb, waiting patiently to take our master and

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eat his flesh and raise the challis of his blood to the gods of hate, please be seated the glorious mass will soon start let us pray oh god, your silence deafening without cause as we slip into oblivion