Either side of me
what level are we on now
our decisions open the heavens
And close them in an instant
On the whim of a human host
Pretending to be the almighty
Gesture and tone hit one
he is complete
His flock well molded
Their habits unchanged
their convictions
are broken closets
They struggle to get clothes out of
keep their written scrolls of shame
some poke out
wanting to be read
force of denial either side of me
these people want the wormless peach
Not bothering to mind the tree
But their lovely words appeal
Their confabulatons and theories
finding no tangible place in reality
just soothing their stinging afflicted consciences
negligent minds, for stupidity is not faith
Sapientia est Deus
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