Intolerance

From the womb I sprung forth in a storm unrelenting waves crashing ashore, endless bending and blending alone and defenseless to weather the tempest the gales blew relentless, clouding my senses Set adrift in that sea of the knowledge of man attempting to stand, felt around with bare hands plunged deep in the waters, searching for others consciousness faltered, eyes closing shutters Then I had awakened to find I'd been taken to an archaic dwelling, time should have forsaken a shaman commands- a glorious rant a clasping of palms, an aggregate chant From what source? I did wonder, descending to ponder was ultimate wisdom derived and contrived upon examination, and deep contemplation I viewed this creation, with grim consternation An anomaly present in each generation a wise person born, elevated, and stationed to higher position, with God given vision Innate intuition brings truth to fruition Mankind in collective, this most stubborn creature materialism his central shared feature twisting to suit them to there situations killing the prophets- forging the nations Undertows from life's currents did violently grab me envelop and drag me, develop, distract me manifesting unsettling neural connections truth became slippery- changing directions Somewhere through the ages our paths had diverged wise words been perverted, and hatred emerged devouring souls, then swallowing whole foundations of kingdoms, rendering null