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?

A B12 deficit leads me down the dead ending of pernicious anemia
that impoverishes my red corpuscles to this morbidity of spanaemia
while precluding pirouetted pivots at Canada's National Panamania
to accelerate a wizened cortical brain's apoplectical trot to ischemia
that staked Béla Lugosi's dracul hatched in Hungarian Transylvania
where old-handed fingers were 5 by cluster from a split-id -phrenia
while 10 handy fingers were 5 by number along with schizophrenia
where 10 handless fingers were 5 clustered from a split-id -phrenia
as distortedly-mindful ball joints were busted via retentive absentia
for friendily-tense flingers go blustered amongst a splayed -phrenia
because cerebral cortices were flustered by an uneventful dementia
for tense, friendly fingers were blustered amidst a splayed -phrenia
for intense, cruddy toes encrusted above a mad, unsplayed -phrenia
per intense, saucy shins entrusted below a gaily-displayed -phrenia
for intensively-sassy calves torn toward an unspecified paraphrenia