There are two kinds of lives Examined and unexamined So we see two kinds of drives One of grace the other famine
Two lives Intertwined In the line We call time In a bind Of the blind Versus kind
We needed an example Of how to be nice Though those were ample We found Jesus Christ To lead the way Through the fray Until the day He was slain And died for our sins Because the bad guy wins
Now when Holy men Goal tend We bend To their end As they send Us to mend A devil's den That is of their apocryphal creation Of which they deny any relation
There are no angels and demons Only people who are the reason For this devilish season And those who are not Are caught In the empire crossfire Until they retire
Floating through life peacefully Treating everyone equally The people at the steeple see Ways to help through deep beliefs But others pervert it To divert it And insert it Into hateful ideology That falls onto me Ominously
The imposition of their will Is how they get their fill Becoming jaded predators Not caring who must be killed Our pain doesn't register Once we're billed Cash in till Their heart goes still
Pain lingers From bane stingers Of shame singers And grave bringers Using slave fingers As blame flingers
The righteous save brothers The wicked blame others The two became lovers To hide pain under covers Because the righteous Want to be like Jesus Once the wicked fight us The righteous leave us To turn the other cheek Until we're up **** creek
Plenty of people act like Jesus unintentionally And live life exceptionally Others study religion fervently Yet continue hurting me This dichotomy Is odd to me Do we need God to see A way to be?
The real dichotomy is net negatives versus net positives Though we may never conceive A measurement I still believe This battle exists Our actions persist But the only judgement we'll receive Is in the way we're perceived Yet society's goals aren't the same as humanity's I know it sounds like insanity But we act counterintuitively Like the lawyers suing me So they can get theirs While saying life isn't fair Which may be true But only because of them So my frustration grew Once I saw the problem's stem
I wanted to be a good person But then I got headaches And bad breaks From high stake Mistakes Growing jaded After society graded My endeavors slated As failures awaited I became one of them A broken gem Can someone please save me From remaining the same me? Or will I spend my time As part of the grime Not reading the signs Until the day I die?
Can be found in my self published poetry book βIcyβ. https://www.amazon.com/Icy-Andrew-Rueter-ebook/dp/B07VDLZT9Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Icy+Andrew+Rueter&qid=1572980151&sr=8-1