Friday, September 14, 2018
An Engram Of Blackness
Firm in my stance,
vintage in thought,
secured in flesh and bones,
never swaying to influence,
stationed and bound to my beliefs,
my loyalty bows to no one save my noble faith,
my significance bears no alarm for a lost crusade,
I am staunch in my creed;
the church stands petrified with tenets of salvation,
Holy Water, Holy Cross, Holy Idol, Holy Irresolution,
grips my agnostic eternal thought,
stigmata pierce my judicious trust,
in becoming an immortal God,
from this powerless skeleton of custody,
by desperate thought,
desertion of any resurrection,
is playing with religious self-delusion,
feigned hope, and nothing more.
- John Hardesty
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