Bibles
Bibles
Familiar security awaits us
When we come home…
But some kill over frozen resin-cast exclusive fantasies
Of home…
The prophets on their one-way road
Told us enjoy each day, be kind
Forgiving peaceful perfect…
The rest is illusions installed by
(well-intentioned or insane) sorcerers
To curl humanity into impossible knots
- the Babel to end empathy -
To war in predictable
Patterns, Fibonacci paisleys of
Fire and carnage circling
In a vacuum of no-faith, only
Evil’s utter emptiness
The awful necessity of cruelty
The inevitability of misery
And despicable destruction
Of home…
And indeed for those sub-humans
Who wander off into their sad Midas dreams
Seducing hostages
Hell is home…
January 2019