Each step
In common sense
Makes you more
Like the rest
Moment’s uncommon
Can become commerce
If you’re immersed
In what it’s birthing
Unearthing
Un-earthlike belongings
On your person
Is illegal
Only in the laws of earthlings
Case in point
Anyone can chase and point
The obvious, obscure
Object erected
In what once was a pattern
But to shed a lantern’s light
On each instance
Is a dim-witted decision
The whole picture
Is much larger
Then man made flame’s
Can harbor
Alters
Are needed
When Altars
Are constructed
In place of
Church of thought
Irking’s small as these
Have potential to be
Crusades on uncommonalities
The worst casualty in war
Isn’t death
It’s birth
Death ends
Birth has potential
To grow into something worse
History dictates
The future’s fate
****** masquerades
As bright ideas
While ideal massacres
Take place
In front of our face
Who chooses
To be the flaw
In this perfect picture
Of hell
And shed true light
Like halo’s over
The well
I warn you
Or whomever
Should play womb
For dissent
Society’s mob
Makes martyr’s of those
That fight the current
Headless
Portrays an ironic display
Of the punished
Mindless crowd’s “Hurray!”
In the kingdom
Of dumb kings
And followers led astray
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Each step
In common sense
Makes you more
Like the rest
Moment’s uncommon
Can become commerce
If you’re immersed
In what it’s birthing
Unearthing
Un-earthlike belongings
On your person
Is illegal
Only in the laws of earthlings
Case in point
Anyone can chase and point
The obvious, obscure
Object erected
In what once was a pattern
But to shed a lantern’s light
On each instance
Is a dim-witted decision
The whole picture
Is much larger
Then man made flame’s
Can harbor
Alters
Are needed
When Altars
Are constructed
In place of
Church of thought
Irking’s small as these
Have potential to be
Crusades on uncommonalities
The worst casualty in war
Isn’t death
It’s birth
Death ends
Birth has potential
To grow into something worse
History dictates
The future’s fate
****** masquerades
As bright ideas
While ideal massacres
Take place
In front of our face
Who chooses
To be the flaw
In this perfect picture
Of hell
And shed true light
Like halo’s over
The well
I warn you
Or whomever
Should play womb
For dissent
Society’s mob
Makes martyr’s of those
That fight the current
Headless
Portrays an ironic display
Of the punished
Mindless crowd’s “Hurray!”
In the kingdom
Of dumb kings
And followers led astray
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