#divine.words

[divinestewpid]

The ribbon seals the wish from the shooting star, a gift from afar.

[divinestewpid]

Lord Poseidon

I do not understand for the longest time, I hear whispers from my soul. "To truly know freedom, you must free yourself." Bounded by the unseen chains. The weight is greater than the price of wisdom. The sounds of thunder, a stampede of horses behind me. It's time to go; it's time to run with the horses. The sea roars and the storm pours. The earth shakes underneath me. Without fear, I keep on running.

[divinestewpid]

The path we walk.

A white clover, An offering for the spotted snake on the street. His dead body exposed his white belly, full of his prey. The snake's neck was sliced in half, severing a connection from nature.

Our refusal to be a part of the sacred ecosystem.

There, a headless bird rots on the sidewalk. Withering feathers, stripped of her freedom. A cat gnawed on the bird's neck, ripping truth from her throat. In silence, her presence spoke louder.

A warning of what to come.

Then there is a buried corpse of the pink bird. The baby bird used to be on a sidewalk, an unforgiving reality. Yet Mother Nature hugs the baby closely, kissing the rotting corpse. Like our ribs hold our heart and soul so tightly. The moment we die, we return to the arms of our mother. A sacred womb, a breath of life. An inescapable fate; a reminder that we are a part of nature.

[divinestewpid]

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My flesh yearns for more, tiny wings emerging from my back. I cling to myself, praying for an embrace. Soon, I'll earn my freedom to fly again. Down I go to the ground below. I'm a rebellious spirit with wings of steel. I kneel before the river, taking in the scenery. The lush green and sunbeam. The Buttercup glows, and the water flows. There, I let it go.

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The devil had fooled you! Have you not realized?

The blurred lines and running out of time. Seething with pride, it's your ride or die! The Gluttonous govern us, and we succumb to the lies. You green with envy, and the coals of fire grew heavy. Greed as a decree, "land of the free." Lustful for violence, your highness. Wrath is the path of the righteous. Sloth as an oath for false hope.

A rope to hang your enemy, a glamourous epiphany. The symphony of the wealthy, synchronicity of complicity.

O, Lord Heavenly!

How do you not see? The cracking rock of Saint Peter? Nothing is more sweeter than the leaders of hypocrisy and growing animosity against democracy.

I know evil; I see evil.

They reflect the mirror at you, a reflection of false protection. They created an illusion of confusion, whispering what you desire. A dying fire is what they require. The news conspires, deceiving the masses.

The aggression and abuse. How can you be so obtuse? The oppression is the blessed, a sedated prophecy. You celebrate as you behead your enemy. Unknowingly, you'll be dead.

The bloodlust had spread.

Tread lightly when using the Lord's name for wickedness. Look at the mirror to see the sickness.

You are the devil, nothing but trouble.

May the Lord's name burn your tongue. Write your wrongs, the embezzlement of the holy ones.

Wake up.

[divinestewpid]

I AM A RABID DOG

My prayer to the gods was an embarrassment to them all. The dogs lick my dirty hands to make amends. I'm a pest, a festering wound. A breath of life, an anaphylaxis. A state of agony, a burning death. I'm in the limbo between life and death. A lending hand met with a bite. I'm a rabid dog begging for salvation. My prayers go unanswered. For my mouth bubbling with foam, snarling at the gun.

One shot, and done.

But yet, the sickness spread, affecting the undead.

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Caged ___________________________ So Animalistic to crave simply From the small cage I live in. A cannibalistic desire to devour your heart. I severed my molars to be tame, pulling my teeth with my pliers. Desperation and admiration for a human touch. A grasp of love, a soft hug. A heavy price to receive it. Begging for serenity, merciful whispers of sweet nothings. Only to be met with nothing but the shadow that reflects me.

A haunting glare, nothing can be compared to the empty husk of what was once human.

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The house of God.

I hear the pastor preach the word of God on the altar. The followers of Christ listen intently to the pastor as they are thirsty for water. As if the pastor knew, he struck twice on the altar, using his right foot.

The water gushes out abundantly, splattering all over the red carpet.

The followers quench their thirst for the pungent water by sucking on the carpet. The water tastes bitter, but they do not stop drinking.

I choose not to drink as I am not thirsty.

The pastor continues his sermon, flicking his forked tongue from his lips. He speaks of the promised land, cleansing the nation of all evil. He whispers violence in a sweet voice, pulling the strings from the bible.

His words are as empty as the house of the Lord.

Then there is music; the men and women in the choir sing hoarsely, desperate for the Lord to save them. The lights and the sounds make the followers rise from the ground to dance. Their spirit looks like it's rotting from the water they drink.

I do not feel her; I do not know her.

Then, a small bag passes around, a price for salvation, and they pay with little what they have. The pastor smiles with gold, cooing like the white doves in the cage. He speaks of God's gift and how he will pay them tenfold.

I do not see the righteous fire within them.

As the pastor closes the sermon, the people talk to each other about reclaiming God's righteous land.

Purification, cleanliness of their pale skin. Blonde was made holy, a martyr of the saints. Separation is divinity.

Then I hear the Lord's voice within me, humming the gospel of unity.

"Fear not, the enemy they speak of is your answer for I am the Lord of the oppressed. Soon, they will meet the fate they created, crafted from the blood of the forsaken."

I hear her; I know her. As I leave, I hear voices behind me, praying desperately.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as in heaven…"

The words echo throughout the walls of the church as I walk out. I must seek refuge in nature and within me as she is there, singing for me.

"Amen."