My Testimony

You are forcing yourself
to live a predetermined
imaginary tale.

For what?
Attention---
you don’t get it!
Acceptance---
you don’t have it!
Respect---
you don’t deserve it!

You follow a straight path of
deception,
temptation,
and shame.

You toil over a looking glass of
complex symbols.
To your averse acknowledgment
you believe you are wholehearted to this
defective declare of life.

You worship the mainstream fortress
your generation has exploited.
I see a flock of fools.

I have been forsaken by the thought
of enduring this desecrated reality
with fellowship.
Yet all of this has
encouraged me to
gossip the word
of honorable individuality.

I yield to no
custom bestowed ambush
that arrests my worthy
unity to myself.

You are withering
from the lack of self pride.
I am the witness
to society’s yearn
and will for acknowledgement
from a selfish mortal fraud of a deity.

And this is the depth of my testimony.

This immoral injustice is an insult
to our very humble born opinions.
In all integrity
we have made our perception
of the perfect reality into an idol
excluding all personal preferences.
We plead for the next deception.
We are haughty of a greed for
more possessions then one needs.

But we put up with our
anguished anxiety for the extreme shame
of being the abomination of our
assembled clan.

We slander the unknown.
Society inflicted us with
the comfort of the same
interpreted point of views.
They instruct us to conspire
this social bliss that has
bound us since youth.

We are the perfect slave
to our dreamed up existence.
This is our tortured mourn.
I am delivering you
society’s mumbled intercession.

These are the chronicles of
our easily
influenced minds
submitting to the
conceived curse
we have succeeded
in glorifying.

But I do not
weep for your
blinded selections.
I simply am offering you
a prophesy from your
exiled mind.