Armageddon

Religion and reform are twained

for the Sins of the Father are perpetuated by proxy.

We are not exempt from prejudice

nor the skeletons that hang in each persons closet.

It is not about religion and forgiveness:

it is the long standing renewal

of our flawed consciousness

that has created the beast of burden.

We are fouled by the experience and corruption

and the element of abuse

that continues to castrate our society.

We push our realities at the risk of implosion

and there is no benefit

to our historic legacy of retaliations.

We reduce true civilization in our echoes

by our very nature

to sequester the indifferences between our species.

While we strive for an environmental safety net

we ignore the upright statures of our being.

The gang mentality of the street or of politics

is no different

than the corridors of hate

for the sake of skin color.

To be a slave of the South

endures in the antique cotton fibers

of our brothers and sisters.

A man that professes kinship

is a disciple of God

for the Light manifests these prisms.

What confound reason stills these ambiguities

frozen in the darkness

of ignorance and elitismic visions.

Religion is not at fault.

We exasperate

our Gods and Creators with our actions.

We beat a mans back in the benefit of power

considering that under the veil of majesty

we are truly supreme.

The underdeveloped mouse consciousness

squeezing the stench of its body

as a prostitute without a douche

into the noses of shackled men.

How vile and disgusting is man. 

The time for rethinking

and reacquainting ourselves is nigh.

Let us all stand

in a shelter that resembles a place of worship

for all men and women are marked.

Ninety nine percent of righteousness

will still make us fail

as we drop our overloaded prejudices

on the street of despair.

One percent is God.

We own

the catastrophic delinquencies of the Spirit

and by all right

these irons shackle all of mankind as Draconian.

Shall one man stand to attest?

The premeditated suicidal clamp of our expirations

will end our rein on this earth.

There is no hope by way of our actions

and the solitary fear of Armageddon

will forge itself on the horizon 

for without tribute to the slaves who have fallen

we will pay the price

as has been professed and duly marked.

Whether the striking of the hand

against an abused wife

or the sequestered ambitions of freedom

we were doomed

from the very beginning hiding behind the art.