we read along, chapter and verse...
no longer open to interpretation,
the congregation received their requisition
dictated wrath, directed curse.
written notations upon turning the page,
blacking out original verse...
shun those who are different,
burn the earth upon which an incongruent face is put to religion,
only with all whom share the same mind will our kingdom truly glow.
single file insect dance
pledging allegiance unto blissful ignorance,
it is safer being spoon-fed,
never wanting to be the tallest nail hammered down.
the nightmare they could never accept, never accost...
a face of adversity staring at them in the mirror.
the desire to scream dissension was cut short by my own neurological police.
forcing them to realize that a kingdom
held behind a spiked black gate,
a kingdom with one thousand electronic eyes and a sightless leader
does not a kingdom make,
would be falling upon the deafest ears.
paradise is in our hands, we must choose how to see it--
with open palms,
or closed fists...
neither can be judged right or wrong.
NB @ 12:11 PM
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