To Hustle A Hummingbird

In the darkness,
I find comfort and solitude,
Peace in the stillness of the night.
In the blackness,
My skin finds refuge,

Camouflaged in the absence of light-
Soul Immersed in the depth of the shadows,
Mind entrenched in the horrors of society,
Hands dripping in the black bile of crime,
because it pays and pays good.

Father forgive me,
Over consumption and under-education,
Self-indulgence before community service,
For I know not what I do,
Stuck in a coma induced by religious fallacies,

At 2:17, James said we would be dead if no work was put with our faith,
Becoming stagnant waiting on my season of harvest,
So I exploit the ants of the 3rd world,
And pray that God delivers me from their wrath,

Trading in our olive branches for more predator drones,
Just in case those prayers fall on def ears
Terrorist or freedom fighter,
Preacher or spiritual hustler,

The morality of Christianity has been corrupted by free-markets.
While equality has been saturated by the parties Tea,
They said it was rain but it taste like Pee.
1 elephant stampeding on the backs of 99,

The devils in the details they say,
So stay away from the facts,
We wouldn’t want you to actually see where you’re going 2 Corinthia.

It a complex industry,
So to help you cope with the devastating realities,
I’ll use legalities like neutralize and preemptive,
Masking imperialism behind the curtains of foreign aid and outsourcing,
Prospering from others labor like Amerigo Vespucci,
I am subject to the tempest of capitalism.

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