in this neo-classic house
with their partition in glass
that her reflexes still shine
in their wilderness again
that drives her tears in craft
with time to sequester their burdens
in this room with mirrors now he tread
through this capillary with imaginary sex
And skip the flashing lights
Recitation of rights
and long, drawn-out trial
Put yourself in prison
Wear your favorite blouse
One book to read for a year
Window the size of pupils
Constantly in crowds
Never a part of the masses
Seeing history repeat itself ad infinitum
Waiting for the heat death of the universe
And then what?
Reruns flashing through your mind
Like the penis going in and out
Of the vagina
Again and again
Over and over
Until the now is then
And then is over.
The emperor, the conqueror
Commanding every confidence
Cold, calm and under control
A version in the past tense
A shadow lock atop a cliff
Staring into the abyss
Humanity is underneath
The very point of his fingertip
And yet he waits for what might be
And casts his eye on every scene
Having seen the way the world did bend
Beneath the bow tyranny
His hands hold out and underneath
The sovereignty which is at hand
But always will he watch the streets
For the enemy of every man
Peace shouldn't be kept
Hiding behind their carefully ironed suits
They hold peace in their hands
Peace chained by their greed
Their so called peace
That could only be enjoyed by the few
That survived the war
On the right side of the border
But is that really peace?
When on the other side
The side that lost
A child is crying
Because his father is missing
His mother is dying
His sister is itching
Because of a disease that was spreading
From the rotten bodies
That laid across their country
The country that lost
In the war called
Why must peace be kept
Those monsters keep strangling peace in their hands
Peace shouldn't be kept
Forward into the fiction of humanity and slave away a once overcrowded race
Creatures crowd me and fight for an alienated bill of our rights
So turn your pitchforks to each other soldier because once again survival is the fittest
Watch as I order myself the new king of the hill and see to it that you bow down to me
Once again I am the new democracy I am the new fear that you etch into your brains.
If one decides to challenge me then that one will become the new floorboards I walk on
If the floor isn’t good enough for my elegance to walk on, then I expect you to lay down.
I am the ruler that you run from
I am the ruler that you hate
But make your feet dance before me or you won’t have to feel the fear anymore
You’ll feel my hands around your neck.
I am secluded
by the steps of a brutal mind
Written in black and white
numerals on dirty chalkboards
Was I sleeping past my childhood lesson?
Please, wake my tired, bloodshot eyes !!
They are weary from
and X rated dreams
The sting of the wooden rule of measure
punished my hands
The welted numbers tattooed
on my swollen palms
Ten Hail Marys are not enough to stop this atrocity
The towering stoic women,
dressed in black habits
I do not dare look away
but I did
Time was broken
when the rulers cracked the desk
Ear deafening sounds
with my frozen tears stuck in pause
I looked up to the heavens
to seek answers from my god
Not one whisper back,
I was screaming vulgarties in silence
Lowering my head to my desk,
I closed my eyes
and counted the numerals
on the dirty chalkboard
Some people think that The Devil doesn't exist but he's not imaginary.
At the moment Satan rules the world but that is only temporary.
After Jesus returns, Satan will be defeated and destroyed.
In the meantime, his wicked temptations are things we should avoid.
The world is in a terrible shape because Satan causes people to sin.
But at some point in the future, he will lose and Jehovah God will win.