Where will ye leave your bow and merit?
In the cockatrice lair where fear trembles, will
ye yield to the kingdom of idols? Where dryshod
of salted earth desiccates all ashes, melted
death singe the landscape in apocalyptic wathe,
ruling and imposing artifice scheme from every
immensity, vexing and pitched prophetic doggerel
echoes from every campanile, minaret, and mountain
top, harried and hurried ideology foments in various
degrees, always disseminating in profoundly misinformation
and eschewed from truth, exhortations from the ranked and
privileged, who are mere shell-men or barnards of veracity,
fear is their gambit and control is their objective, they quell
any obstacle, obstruction, and insurrection, you kneel and bow
upon their order, apostates will be acolytes, traitors will be
loyalists, and infidels will be devotees, live to be controlled or
die as some martyr, either dither or become withered, life
will be here long after we are potshards of history, but will
Christianity imprison forever?
- John Hardesty
©️1/21/2021
