In life he'll rise to pass its tests
despite the eyes upon him.
The lies of those who shun him
will serve to grow his callousness.
For those who ballast palaces
will rue the day.
Come due, they'll pay in like
what malice fills of chalices;
a redress of past grievances
will serve to sieve their needlessness.
In darkness shine a light!
Their wanton greed, a rotten fruit.
Their doomsday apparatuses.
Their lavishness and peppered pews,
a coup d'stew with poisonous yew
and toothsome civil "savages"
warrant cerebral lavages.
The pawn who dons the armour.
The sinful saint.
He smiles through tears.
The precious few in topmost tiers
spiel-steal-kill, accost and jeer.
Those, lost aloft, who prof't their lot.
They bathe in blood; tap tears for broth.
Foresaken honesty,
Falsely promising,
prevaricating pompously,
haughty, tawdry Philistines!
Within them lay a devious seed,
awaiting fateful waters -
seize the day.
Proclaim the creed.
Lay waste with haste
to speed the slaughter.
Come what may, don't stare at it
Pastoral proletariat -
that which feeds is called the fodder.
And the fatter are made gladder
feasting on our sons & daughters'
minds
- the vestige left behind.
Saddened sands so serpentine.
The Atom Man a turpentine
to twist and fix all that exists.
His will persists. Their will insists.
A testament this sediment.
The bone & blood, irrelevant.
Atop them rest "blessed" edifice.
So, from the ash arise a Fee
Nix the mind. In time they'll see.
Perhaps they'll mine what's relevant -
a lofty fine for settlement.
A dime's too much for rhyme & rows,
though heaps are heft for prisoners' prose.
Woe to there, where too few go.
There, power is made divest.
The hallowed grounds and ghastly throes foment moral unrest.
Their war chests doth attest:
"Destiny Manifest."
These times so dispossessed.
We gash and bloodlet what is left,
beset by all but rest.
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