The Christed ones

Me thinks dear Yorick
I am seduced with words today
The floodgates of consciousness got a prod
My block of streaming insight 
Has opened with the stench of moth balls in my nose
How charming
The universe has a wicked sense of humor
It made me
And you
And the day we are in
Well let us,  particles of emanated activated dust,
Rejoice , and be glad in it.
After all,  you are surely never going ,
to be here again,
Thank God you say
You thought I was going to let you off so easy?
Hah my fellow carbon speck
May your light be a dance upon this rock
May your awareness be a blessing to all living and dead
To all beings great and small
To kings and queens
To paupers and princes
To happy and unhappy
Dance in the light
Joun king David as his words and reverence and strength
Still call us today
Worship and rejoice 
For you too shall surely die
And achieve the birth right of 
Angels
The immortality dreamed of by sleeping artificial intelligence
The womb of dark forces brings forth an issue of pestilence and suffering
For in the fear and pain of his chosen blood and soul contained creatures
Lies it's end
Rejoice as the gates of hell are unleashed fear not
Count it all blessing for in the name of the lamb the sacred
Contract is fulfilled
IN you 
Manifest the joy and delight of an ancient King
That echoes down all time and returns to us not empty
Stand and bear witness
It is counted for good the adversity upon us
Be not blinded by today's comforts
By the false security the evil one has given you
Do not compare yourself better
Than the homeless drug and vice addicted one in the street
The ones you do not look upon their nameless faces a
Taunt to your beliefs and a dagger to your faith
How can, in all goodness,
We despise ourselves
The very cameo of our humanity
Encapsulated in their existence
Brought to life by their cries
A step child not wanted
A result of the division and choices the normal ones make
Are you so sure they are the discarded
Are you so comfortable in your self inflated image?
Filthy rags are the finest silk
To the body of light and love
Christ returns in the full attire of glory
To shed light on all the darkness actions and thoughts of evil
The puppet masters are called to account 
The following of causing  pain to innocence
​​​​​​To corrupt and enslave a child of light
Hold it in bondage to the flesh eaters
There will be no escape
From the conviction of their peers, from the christed ones
From the risen sacrifice
Of God