Heretics, There it Ticks
by Zygote & North
Powerful Cedar tree growing outwards every year,
Year through year through the forest canopy no rain falls here.
Hearing silence before the death blow,
shifting slowly with a blackened shadow,
Shadowed temple of el diablo,
casting darkness over casas blancas del pueblo.
Blowing breeze, frozen keys, open box yet sorrow, locked,
Locked away, oppressive yoke cracking heads on hollow rock.
Rocking back and forth, staring into empty space unavoidably,
Bleeding, wounded animal, foolish oaf wants its master’s loyalty.
Loyal dogma, in argument it was a good best friend,
Friendly fire, before metal springs, automated straw man falls again.
Again and once more, heretic census gives difficult estimate,
Matter en masse but can it teach the spirit to lessen it?
It is less? Or it is more? Judicious sentence is written law,
Lawful codes, conscious image thought when it withdraws.
Disposition of decadence, no denizen dare to switch
Recalling desolate decor of Dickensian period
Daffodil patch unveil semblance of variance
Making kings leer in jest,
Draconian iron fist - fucking civilians
paupers and principles share Cartesian coordinates
every story has a plot and every plot has a point to it
Connect the dots, line the stars, finding one's orifice
Divine representative - blessed in disguise?
What's mine is yours, minus ours now the question is y?
Why ignore this intrinsic - common course of enlight'
why this sickness of perspectives? Wiccan. Vatican. Vice ..
surely you'll find a cure in Lucifer - AND Jesus Christ
Seeking lights through the night requires open view inspection
And roads to Helldorado's paved with golden good intentions
should we mention curse and blessing' only works through incentives?
As fears are firmly fixed in mental gears; the birth of the heretics
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