Hostages are held on each side
soldiers counted for the cause
weaponized for the greater good
now put forward to crush the curs
no hold barred by high decree
the scorched earth is the outcome
achievements mean more than men
blood enriches the thirsty soil.

Families become war's fodder
friends asundered to ensure
all that matters is consequence
right by might is assured
with the chains of dogma's curse
exacting conduct from the folk
the end times are at least realized
once again for the thousandth’s time.

Total victory eludes the chief
wanting more than statements grind
give and take is anathema
when sacred tasks are near at hand
no matter that the benefactors
supreme junta of hallowed ways
desiring outcomes born of death
are the fraction of army's size.

No prisoners is the leader's chant
ignorant of the followers
who seek a path that deviates
from the holy handed down
guidance is the vicar's goal
lest the lambs wander far
they know the slaughter promises
shepherd's pie in victory.

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On the bluff I saw the earth
no longer seen when it's concealed
by the veil that's been dropped
across the past and future both
they say Satan brought Christ here
showed him the kingdoms down below
offered temptation to crack the whip
bring control over all mankind

the view is different while he stands
at my side with words that blind
whispered drops of honeyed poison
asking same in dire exchange
a soul given up for some peace
to stop the pain that grinds me down
all the kingdoms would be in thrall
removed from sight as therapy

I mull this offer in my mind
emotions shutdown by the grind
sympathies swept away
with the void takes their place
it's too tempting to put aside
the cliff is perfect for the fall
if only I could see beyond
the fog of pain that fills my life

when past and future are no more
only present with chains that hold
me to this ground no matter what
anguish God puts on my plate
I’ll then see temptation's oil
all too slick in promises
mankind be ****** would be the choice
on the bluff by Satan's side.

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Statements flow on the wire
complete strangers sharing life
whispered honesty on the wind
all too raw for most men
both by picture and by text
sent there by the desperate
I’ll receive them with a heart
heavy with the like ailments

digital voices in their bottles
matched to faces of the past
they’re not the same as the now
it matters not for what’s been done
tableaus of their suffering
echo on my inner shell
not the same but close enough
to resonate inside my head

these are bubbles that some hate
thinking they lock in the hurt
I’ll disagree from my core
it’s really good to see the door
this room now filled by the same
seeing hope and answers both
the latter comes from company
distress conveyed and then heard

knowing that I am not alone
others suffer in this life
the joke of God is spread afar
with statements coming on the wire
those afflicted are still worthy
by their example I’m relieved
that the sharing salves my soul
perhaps one day I’ll do the same.

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Madness lies on that path
outside the realms of the box
where ignorance falls to the facts
I’ll not suffer from this fate

words are held to defend
collection kept in a bag
selected when I’m attacked
comfort found in talismans

‘what of this thing in the past’
is my favorite I’ll trot out
once this was fresh and bright
now it’s tattered from overuse

‘this other person is more bad’
if only they still mattered
in the present they’ve dissapeared
no consequence as I retreat

‘squirrel squirrel squirrel’
look to dank past I embrace
all I have to save my soul
diatribe of mustiness

it matters not that people laugh
in sad pity of my state
I’ll disregard they whispered words
when my own are talisman

staleness marks my repertoire
it matters not when doors are barred
madness waits if I relent
from shaking past in future’s face.

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Favors taken in times past
informs the hunger of the now
this is the lesson that expands
to life and death near at hand
the tempest waits in teacup’s space
expands at call of leader’s wish
beware the mirror lest it show
the monster shown is ourselves.

Power flexed for pleasure's sake
is not delights that most expect
to take control becomes the goal
exacting pain to lap the blood
authority tastes the bitter edge
connoisseur of base desires
asking other to partake
as an excuse to gorge themselves.

Command becomes the knife that cuts
excuse is given of wasting not
even though it’s all a lie
with the passion counterfeit
at long last the party ends
night to day with dawn’s advent
no longer will sins confound
justice taken for appetites.

The lone voice has words to say
a whisper shouting for honesty
now the harmed have found their voice
passing sentence at along last
the mighty fall by gravity
no longer able to stand upright
when the evil have true weight
exacting death for favor’s sin.

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I am my sibling in my heart
cloaked behind a brawny front
at last the truth has been revealed

gender filled within the gaps
fairer *** found at last
attained in shadows of the soul

today the signs are understood
pointing towards an inner tribe
seen in the mirror of my life

embracing sister found within
forms identity of myself
lineage explaining who I am.

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The sun is present by my acts
awaking early in the day
when I stand on the cliff
looking out to earth's rim
too many times the world is blessed
by the selfless effort spent
pleading for the presentation
of this bless illumination.

You may ask how this could be
given my age and history
I'll respond with complete zeal
I'm the cause of morning's glow
the elders came before my birth
performed the same on this rock
and so on by ancestors
serving man so all may live.

There is no need to watch it set
this journey’s sure by God's hand
winding down is surety
setting stage for waking's task
perhaps I do this for myself
knowing this is stage dressing
it matters not as consequence
the sun will rise when I am there.

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