CROSSROAD OF GOD

Are we

nothing more than a camera obscura

defining and redefining

what we can change in others?

Why

are there people that need to do so

hunting minds

for there own form of resolve?

To become a sacred Cop

straightening

what is bent and what is not normal

seeking to

penetrate the veil of persistence.

Is it shameful pride

that made

the pioneer

kill the indigenous people

and rob them from their land?

Whoever thought

beads could buy an island

when the plastic extrusions

made sense

to a people a world away from us.

Progress

is defined by change

and how

the mentalities follow the rhythms

undulated by a pimping charm

that the sellers

and reapers of mankind farm.

Sacred

is the man that is not a bigot

for in

the embellishments of the skin are Sin

and the affirmation

that race

is quarantined from all others, defined. 

Be leery of the peddlers

as they

swim the fathoms of our society

impregnating us with darkness

and whose

satanic eyes cannot see the Light.

To level us

against their refinements

they rape

and torment

our planet with their proxy

convincing us that ‘change’ is good.

Indeed the ladder to Hell

escapes not

the mind of decent people, or those

that seek

justice in balancing life.

Let us mark the beast

for their corporate sensitiveness

are shark teeth

looking

to engorge mankind’s weaknesses.

Let us mark that ‘we’

need to

open our eyes to the fragility of man

and by no comparison

are our evil deeds secured

when obsessing

over those that need power.

Learning to identify

the mark of a satanic imprint

is the scanning ability of the Spirit.

Shall we speak of God?

Shall we finally come to the crossroad?