JGeropoulas
The Living Force
Dealing with all the psychopaths and their lies can certainly be "mind-boggling". But, on the other hand, I've seen that wrestling with a "petty-tyrant" can be rather, "mind-joggling".
To wit, I never write poetry, but here's the first of 3 poems that "came to me" after 3 months wrestling with that petty-tyrant:
IT’S
HELL,
IF YOU
CAN ‘T
TELL
Hell,
can’t you tell?
Pharisees aren’t fair
and don’t care to see
(nor seem to care)
that they lord it over others
piling burdens they won’t bear
on the backs of their brothers.
‘Cause Cain’s kin couldn’t care
less, ‘cause they ain’t Abel.
Cain’t you see through
their lies and the fables?
If the truth had been a snake
it wouldn’t have bit them,
for their father's the devil
and the truth’s not in `em.
Truth is, he was murderer
from the very beginning
who keeps the truth spinning
to spawn broods of vipers
who condemn you for sinning.
They still murder their brothers—
they make “patriots” bleed
on altars crafted of cunning lies
to satisfy their gutless greed.
While media choirs hypnotize
their god’s, damned democracy,
now Bushed by demon-crazy lies
with pro-pagan-da'd harmony
they rouse those Holy hatreds
and foment festering fears
to blind the minds of the masses
so Bluetoothed ears can hear
the pitch-forked, tarnished tongue
of their grand Father of Lies
whissspering to dutiful dupes:
“Be fruitless, and divide”
the nations and their spoils.
“Go forth to execute my deadly ploy:
“to rob, and kill, and to destroy.”
In a gleefully torturing rendition
accompanied by hosts of angles
drafted by the sons of perdition
these devious sons of Cain wrangle.
These woolly wolves with their pet sheep
“Onward, Christian Soldiers” they urge.
Hypocrites both, they howl and bleat
striving, from their minds to purge
doubts that they’re not always right
Then that blinding Angel of Light
gives his darkheart-felt invitation
for those wrestling with (his) demons.
“Come on down!” without hesitation
and stand with him (whose heart’s cold as ice)
against their loving Prince of Peace
to become his living sacrifice.
Just “Trust and Obey”
for there’s no other way
For he spared not Eve’n women,
nor children, nor even A-dam man
In his hellish Fallujah
Hellalujah!
He’s raised Cains
who raise hell,
and they will
make you
Abel
To wit, I never write poetry, but here's the first of 3 poems that "came to me" after 3 months wrestling with that petty-tyrant:
IT’S
HELL,
IF YOU
CAN ‘T
TELL
Hell,
can’t you tell?
Pharisees aren’t fair
and don’t care to see
(nor seem to care)
that they lord it over others
piling burdens they won’t bear
on the backs of their brothers.
‘Cause Cain’s kin couldn’t care
less, ‘cause they ain’t Abel.
Cain’t you see through
their lies and the fables?
If the truth had been a snake
it wouldn’t have bit them,
for their father's the devil
and the truth’s not in `em.
Truth is, he was murderer
from the very beginning
who keeps the truth spinning
to spawn broods of vipers
who condemn you for sinning.
They still murder their brothers—
they make “patriots” bleed
on altars crafted of cunning lies
to satisfy their gutless greed.
While media choirs hypnotize
their god’s, damned democracy,
now Bushed by demon-crazy lies
with pro-pagan-da'd harmony
they rouse those Holy hatreds
and foment festering fears
to blind the minds of the masses
so Bluetoothed ears can hear
the pitch-forked, tarnished tongue
of their grand Father of Lies
whissspering to dutiful dupes:
“Be fruitless, and divide”
the nations and their spoils.
“Go forth to execute my deadly ploy:
“to rob, and kill, and to destroy.”
In a gleefully torturing rendition
accompanied by hosts of angles
drafted by the sons of perdition
these devious sons of Cain wrangle.
These woolly wolves with their pet sheep
“Onward, Christian Soldiers” they urge.
Hypocrites both, they howl and bleat
striving, from their minds to purge
doubts that they’re not always right
Then that blinding Angel of Light
gives his darkheart-felt invitation
for those wrestling with (his) demons.
“Come on down!” without hesitation
and stand with him (whose heart’s cold as ice)
against their loving Prince of Peace
to become his living sacrifice.
Just “Trust and Obey”
for there’s no other way
For he spared not Eve’n women,
nor children, nor even A-dam man
In his hellish Fallujah
Hellalujah!
He’s raised Cains
who raise hell,
and they will
make you
Abel
