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Yule Tide Pageant Merry Go Round Second Spin

such heretics pitched headlong 
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular 
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re: 
decking the halls of the mountain king,

whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via springling angel dust
(actually cremated remains of malefactors 
stripped of habiliments) during bleak winter

unwittingly interweaving nascent (futuristic) 
formally codified bona fied religions
unknowingly, tacitly, silently rendering 
quintessential premises obliging
layperson to foreswear locally rooted secular treatises 

trounced, trumpeted unction voided 
wishy washy antithetical blind faith coalescing edicts
over course of time became established 
Greco-Roman imposed group think
disallowing cynics, 

diametrically emerging fanatics, skeptics
who (if he/she did not recant 
recalcitrant reccommended recourse 
faced torture amidst throng of madding crowd

as entertainment and forewarning gall 
asper those who held steadfast dissimilar views
taught since birth, when citizenry reared
as just a little drummer boy/ girl pipsqueak

taught to stay the course (sans straight and true)
bound without freedom to express contrary aspects
of ways and whyfores, which controlled each green day
and silent night, wherefore unimaginable ogres

lined straying hip cats 
eventually ensnared within warpath,
whence law of the land lend scimitar to smite
any mortal man, woman or child with flaming torches
licking the heretical body electric, 
while defiant individuals
left to burn into decimated 
charcoal blackened, ashen corpse.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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