My friends, Christ ascended?
And of the Antichrist,
It is whoever remains.
Spiritually, whoever has
Not risen, but lay fallen
In disgrace
Of all around them
Those that honor nothing
But what is vain
Pride, Avarice, Rage
And the things that come from them
Hubris, Thievery, Violence
All manner of awfulness
For shame, for nothing more than this.
This will be the best of your eternity.
Your soul outlives,
What the body is
But it's destination is your decision

Do I speak in cryptic ways,
Vague, and detached from
The normal? Do words lash out
In resemblances of diatribes
That drown out all else meaning?
It is not on purpose,
I read too much
Or, I've read.
Pandora's box opened,
Atop Babel's tower,
Clawing my way back up
Not to shut the lid
But change direction, orientation

God, the Lord, help me.
I try to remain above frays
But always end up tattered.
The things I care of, that to me, matter;
How can I sit in silence?
What allowance of free thought is given to impartiality? Personal belief falls
Far outside it's realm, yet is
Entertained by all. I want
To stay unbiased, and uninfluenced.
Want, of little means, when contending with
Chance encounters in life. Because
Even if you wish to remain so
Others will drag you along with their cause
Unless you distance yourself
Which makes you a traitor

Sheepdogs,
Protectors of the herd.
Do not follow orders
Without thought. Is
The course of action righteous?
Will action derive verdict true to justice?
Or do you follow the words
Of those who could not care
For anything save for order?
The order of no change,
Of unceasing sameness
Where we all suffer.
Where progress is standing still
Standing stiff, overlooking us
On the hill.

You, Philosophers;
You great humans of natural science,
Of any science so long as it is done in just effort.
Reject what they offer you.
Those who know nothing of invention
They only wish to use you
To further their own ends.
Do you agree with them?
Ask yourself the hard questions
Because we cannot afford for you not to.
This heavy burden upon each of us, and
With your genius, unfortunately it weighs heaviest on all of you.
The curse of intelligence
Is not everyone uses it,
Though they have it.
Do not use it, only when you have to.
Use it before you need it,
And you will see from new perspectives.
The chains of wasted genius,
Are what keep us down.

Tread the mental waters to
Find the cave
Of hope and desire,
Of just things that are fair
And still grow in shade.
Hidden away, unless
You are brave
And face yourself.

There is a natural frequency
That resonates through all of this.
You can find it, and it is gorgeous.