Rites and Wrongs

Rites and Wrongs This write suggests the search of many slants Pursuing words of truth you hold most clear. Stand sober toward the charlatans whose rants Exact belief in those susceptible to fear. Reflections on the tomes of writers past Remark agendas with a want to bring To light the mystic words that prophets cast Which spread the lofty rumor of a coming King. A rock holds sway while scratches on a stone Prescribe the path of hallowed righteousness. Successors to the dozen set the tone - The mind that dares diverge invites the hot abyss. The stream that's meant to wash away the stain Which nascent blooms bear from the first of breath Presumes we bleed not pure but earned our pain- A wrenching debt, but spares an endless tortured death. We know not why the wind sweeps insolence Into the space of grayish rooms unseen And presses some to scoff at reverence For black-robed shadows knelt and bowed in holy scene. Lawless acts to shelter sins are fraught With hushed consort by fiends so likely bent Who offer haven when their rogues are caught. Whose shrouded malice deemed a minor, lone event. But yet the seething silence in the guise Of those whose offered trust was so defiled Is broken only by their troubled cries. A shameful stigma preyed upon them as a child. So tremble not to dash the age-old trends With questions bracing your unruly airs. Yea, stand alone, if need be, from your friends For surely your slant deems as much respect as theirs..