Written by: Victor P.
Series: Manifesto Inspiration Poeticized (3-Part Series)
“Like Silent Foghorns”
Defective eyes see the broken world,
Not seeing the impotence of either to save,
For neither can save from the hell deserved.
Souls perish when the lie is spread,
Yes, the fools’ lie that God is dead!
Neglected dimensions reveal lacking comprehension.
Oh how many pious hands divide blood and wind!
Impotent hands have replaced conquering words
And steel spines have been traded for frail ones.
Four hands and four eyes – the antithesis; what to do?
Know that there is to be no synthesis between the two!
What happened to the diamond-carved lines upon the ground?
Are hearts lost in the confusion of many a conflicting sound?
Erasing chalk lines, many carelessly abused.
So many ships shall sink
Before the watchers blink
When none but they are left to be accused.
Breaking all their bones;
Gouging all their eyes out
Until fools have acquired
A demonic satisfaction.
Stretching lines until they snap;
Striking stones until they spark.
Strangle hands until they clap;
Stay awake while it is still dark.
“There is no uniqueness in any of them.”
Such a lie comes from those who’d damn
Any innocents to eternal hell for their stand.
Fools propagate dark heresies across the land!
“I am the center of all things;
I am the measure of all things”
So says the blind, yes, the deluded.
How falsely many have concluded!
The breath of the ungodly this world pollutes
Because many fools still cry out “No absolutes!”
In a sea of toleration, ignorance nests in too many
Hearts of those who need more than an epiphany.
What is left when the foundations one by one crumble?
Repentance neglected, the prideful replace the humble!
Slumbering heralds may make void excuses
But lo, the time is now for life’s correct uses.
Watching the drops fall from the sky
In the mind is recalled a time gone by
When love had homes in hearts not blind –
A recollection of times to keep a sane mind.
Dead steps in frozen sand;
Dead time in a sickly land.
Some stories for times fitting;
Glory fading, reality hitting.
Put off now the sleep of darkness;
Awake to walk in light and confess
That there is but one right way to live –
To God your life you must wholly give!