Tuesday, June 29, 2021

From Whence We Lived

 

Beyond the frivolous gloom and unknown

foredoom, man’s significance is but an outrider

of illusory, his immanent glossary of obsequious 

myths keep him mortgaged to fear, he can't fathom 

the surrendering of death-the last residuum, this

self-reproaching torment embroils his curiosity, he 

scandalizes, plots, and schemes redemption then 

creates an angle to control everyone, this rector of

cowering adherence brings the wretched, wicked, and

weak to absolution, the fawning execution of Dominion, 

all convoluted in cloaking cleverness, to spirit phenomenons

to servitors who nurse themselves to mockery, this 

dynamism has overshadowed centuries, procurement 

of rituals and yearly ceremonial homages to blanked 

verse of nothingness, the codex of perplexed slavery:

kneel, pray, and more importantly, gifted alms, adhering 

to some mortifying cult, to appease an acrimonious goat

won't lift your hollowed rack of forgotten bones from an 

ember pile of ash, the only purpose to your misery is to 

love and appreciate today and your hope should be with 

dying in glorious vain. 


-  John Hardesty 

June 29, 2021 


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