Parents... priests... political pigs... "Fellow Man"
Turn a shameful eye on your breeding of the young
Innocent as a jackal in spawn.
So quick to cover the golden fleece with lies and fear in abundance,
you never cease to bend their road... a road built on innocence and
purity
A road twisted by your sickening dogmas.
Love of Cain; Sin of Abel.
Ya "love"...
But your love in turn is built upon a future of regression and
inhibition
You screams: "of a no more darker crime to Human Nature".
What do you know of a truly Human nature?... corrupter's of youth
and happiness
To love the gender of their own in innocence unbounded...
Hounded by your cries and foul breath.
Your righteous cries whose feed rests on the slaughter and desecration of others
Whose only crime was to look upon you with tear-filled eye in
hopes of
Understanding.
Oh, Men of God... men of social upstanding... men of mercy...
Cover again your flesh in cloaks of blackthe color of your
own soul!
Whose pulpit is but a vessel to shame and deceit.
To shower blessings on the multitudes...
Blessings to the "truth in form" moral/social/political/theocratic
Blessings which can take the only form you can comprehend
The form of steel which maims, yet cripples with no less efficiency
Than your rejection of pity and understanding of a much deeper need.
A need for simple love and brotherhood... the blatant rejection you
dare to
Place behind norms you yourselves trod upon; society of hate
They dare to love those who love as themselves without lies.
In defiance of those who love only in secret... yet love none the less
You corrupter's of the innocent... teachers in misguidance of the helpless
Ah... a day ill come to pass... your flock will turn your filth
exposed
Blacker than any pitch.
Your treatise will at last be crushed under angry heel... pissed and
spat upon.
Yet no amount of fury will suffice to slack the thirst of vengeance
long overdue
Through ages of abuse and injustice.
Through your on crimes your own innocents will be made to suffer
Generation in time incalculable will feel the sting from your
decadence.
And yet... this is all confusion... your jaws gasp in wonderment.
For you claim you have only taught "love"...
Love through the eradication of those not fitting you twisted
mold.
Your own deeper needs long ago lost
A loss so deep that in your blindness you cannot even remember
A trace of compassion.
Love, Brotherhood, long since dried up... lost to point of
timelessness...
Rusted in along the ancient blood-caked cracks of the rack bed.
A St. Anthony's cross of Moral Justification
And I... though not of their tastes... stand behind these
Those who love other n the form of themselves.
Those who tastes are of a different nature.
Those who stand alone: who no doubt know their cause can
never be won.
Those whose rejection lies only through the false judgment
of others.
Those who appear different in nature, yet must continue to
live beside men of "moral fortitude"
social dogs
Those who refuse to live a life of lies. Who cast off
The Orwellian coat worn by most.
If not for those, what is left of man in his state of utmost
purity?
"Man"... a definition long since transformed into one of shame...
Better to walk as a beast to the earth
Jonathan Briley /
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