i told them it wouldn't last centuries
reticulated water in hand,
i paused and listened
light bounced off his shoulder
as attention turned to the screen
you have to admit they are good at destroying things ...
heavy sigh brought forth hosts of hosanna's
gesticulating, brought a withering smile
in my own image, didn't i get that one wrong!
readjusting antenna the scene welled into blasphemy
oh, for my own sake!
i noted the irony, planted firmly as sandaled feet shuffled
back and forward, head shaking
they don't believe you died for them ...
quizzical, almost a smirk, if indeed He was allowed
well, the quote of the day was, father forgive them wasn't it?
nodding, i replied
at that stage they hadn't much time to do so much wrong though ...
a slap of a hand on forehead
they make up for it now, just look at it!
can you see how the forests burn,
my tree's ache with destitute branches,
arms outstretched
no one cares, they cut them down regardless
heading the sacrificial table is a pitcher of wine
He indulges, sitting back down
yes but tree's are one thing
human life, it's precious
you said so, i mean i've read it ...
the voice over declares war on suffering
intimating hope
see that?
it's enough to make me pull wings off angels!
what do any of them remember about hope?
only what you taught them i guess ...
i taught them not to mess with things,
be accepting of what they had,
i didn't put brains in all of them, a reason for that
too much brings despair
too little brings ability to see beauty
neither should be specific without the other
you must have given them democracy?
long snort, derision again brings an amen
and lets see where that got them shall we?
war upon brothers, sisters
war between families
drugs, sex and rock 'n' roll
no moderation there
and why don't they see behind presidential seals
look at his eyes, nothing there is real!
his face is sort of bland for the leader of the free world ...
aha! like begets like, remember the father?
now if it had been me
opening talks would have meaning
not platitudes, i would have done the 40 days again
if i thought the devil was a moveable adversary
not made of steel with billowing smoke
the new one is better i think?
reviewing the screen, he sighs
none will see past color
most will see color to confine
he has doubt
i have doubt
but you are you?
surely you can't see failure?
brightness dawned as he turned down the sound
i am not blind you see
just tired of the comedy
why only the good die young
so why fucking bother at all ... oops sorry (looks for penitence)
because there are too many reasons to hate
and because i can forgive, (frowning) as i do you at this moment
i believe you can cancel the cable
there are somethings i can never teach
like love thy neighbor ... i know you tried ...
no my child, just honest politics
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Thanks I like the straight up types meself!
