Emanation

Among the ethereal
There is a sense
To hand out wisdom at any expense
Hoping the wight would kneel

For the mundane 

Truth lies low within’ walls 
Of the mind that spits and falls 
Mortality the question 
Trapped behind mental expression 

Peace and war 
The global bore 
Teenage stress 
Militant abscess 

Of conflict in morality 
And facade in reality 
Of societal flaw
And whimsical awe 

Trust in a high power 
Without risk or cower
To pray upon a holy book 
The Koran, the bible, the atheists book 

But the gods, but us
The high power
See this reliance as a blood flower
A weed upon which superstition may spasm
The hope that someone cares 
Shares 
Bears 
What a human could not fathom 
But what we prescribe of metus.