Impuissance Seed
Was a more selfish weapon so created
those maleficent hands hold themselves acquitted
and in the brutality of its design
deem luxury to be their self sustainable narcotic
But upon such a fake evolutionary pedestal
would belligerence gain its foothold
yet still the spiritual communal
would decline
Bestial, beast
speaks in the finery of a slavering mouth
and by their own edict
then think themselves fit and able to survive
So would say the bite
of any other parasite
Bullied to your future
to the worship of the graven carapace
carved in its foul and violent bloodlines
the ancient drug of priests
of history and of Egyptian myths
brought their debauch of religion
to hereditary
and you to the printing press of your souls currency
And ever the cruel siphon of blood flow
the steady relentless tramp of their boots
for political superiority
for a pitiful egos flag of inconsequent mediocrity
scattered the bones of us all
through the centuries
Damnable, hateful, human
you were never here
chained as you are to a parasites lie
and for and to their weakness
make of yourselves mere servants
survivors, for a time, of a fabricated fear
Weakness
if you could but see it
all those dependent on you
yet see themselves above you
by their own false authority
makes of themselves
the spineless
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2019
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