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- godbrain
- ***
- some say the world is built on a hole
- and some say its scaffolded on rickety bone
- but i say the worlds foundation is spongy
- and i say its mystery is ours to all own
- its froth and its squish we may equal distribute
- with knife we apportion the now newly known
- a pledge: for each baby born, one piece of god-brain
- us-dirt in which gods brain-seed is sown
- with time, we'll sprout up god's wholeness
- all-her, with nary scepter nor throne
- we'll recall that god, like her bearers, does struggle
- a sinner, just like us, who seeks to atone
- we'll remember that god's brain was never divided
- and feel then her presence. we were never alone
- devil tongue
- ***
- know that he is a parasite who
- commandeers your selfish will
- like those sea bugs who become
- fish tongues.
- know that gently she will push you
- she'll gently, but know that he will
- demand that by our tongues his
- hymn is sung.
- know that the devils most favored of hosts
- are unsalvageable wicked. gods goodness cant fill them
- any more than air can fill and swell up
- punctured lungs.
- know that humans sin but also know surely
- that nature sins, mirrors devil-cruelty
- and makes sure our selves will in time come
- unstrung.
- know him. agonys author, pains living will
- the instrument of torture, the natural disaster
- know, and pray that by gods noose the devil
- is hung.
- know the devil is strongest, but gods getting stronger
- and that gods loving mercy must encompass wrath too
- pray. so that god grows strong and the devil's will is
- undone.
- cosmic clash
- ***
- ive been told that life's a twofold dance like the silver streaks
- that meld together like liquid before your eyes
- for the few moments when youre flipping a coin.
- foolish.
- also ive heard from sources unreliable that nature
- is a perfect balance, and that evil is justified
- because without it good cannot survive.
- ghoulish.
- our lives are not a joke. our sickness, aging, suffering, dearth
- and death. are not expressions of some depraved cosmic mirth
- the scary thing about nature is how our pain's arbitrary
- and that to all great things except god our deaths pass with barely
- a glance and a shrug. so lets take a step back, reconsider some falsities
- about how joy needs pain and how plenty requires paucity
- what harmony or growth-through-hardship arises from a car crash?
- its no shimmy in some cosmic dance. its a knife-swipe in the cosmic clash
- the devil wants a world in which we suffer, we die and our hopes were all fatuous
- but god knows we can grow even when the world's not so unbearably arduous
- and when our grip on life is not forced to be so fragile, so tenuous.
- so make no mistake:
- every socialist movement destroyed by subterfuge
- or every grain crop decimated by weevils
- is meant to turn our precious lives into refuse
- and strike another blow for the victory of evil.
- and every good person who slays the predatory
- is a stroke of gods blade, and is also "i love you"
- when the final clash is won, may it be to gods glory
- may god's fairies revel just inches above you.
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