World's A Loose Cannon
Filter, clogged, as their dead eyes.
None yet learn one breathes in dust.
Vents & their souls receive no nurse,
From not gleaning robust.
Wickeds: demons & some people,
Create sociopaths.
Disregard paths to Jehovah.
Have psuedo-bible paths.
Few see what is half-broken
With ads, manipulative,
A multicultural slave boat.
So bland and persuasive.
Grace, they acculturate
From all mediums, they tilt us.
Don't look! Prints ulcerate!
Authorities speak with fear,
They are told to be afraid.
Alienating one from one.
To give them trust and aid.
Slaves and submasters suit, concede!
Their script society.
Don't trust and aid non-governed men.
Their script society.
No one self-investigates.
Hence, most make their own bubble.
Whether or not crowds, no contact!
Disconnected wobble.
Fringe views? You share bible truths?
Irreconcilable.
Absurdness comes from broken men.
None can be loveable?
Rural idylls, turned to dins.
Halcyon ethos, bereft.
Steadily, next's ambly-hearing.
Move through like warps and wefts.
Stand in stagnant air; broil from,
Gas like a fumarole
Those dropping godly etiquette
The beast with 666 nears.
"Medium is the message."
We should be sub-open-minded...
Probe biblical events!
Contemplate what God really wants! :)
This world is our subways.
Ride godly etiquette to peace.
Flee this sad, psycho world.
This poem stares at the various unseen reality of life and should encourage others to dig in to what God actually wants us to do in our lives.
Poll This or That?
None yet learn one breathes in dust.
Vents & their souls receive no nurse,
From not gleaning robust.
Wickeds: demons & some people,
Create sociopaths.
Disregard paths to Jehovah.
Have psuedo-bible paths.
Few see what is half-broken
With ads, manipulative,
A multicultural slave boat.
So bland and persuasive.
Grace, they acculturate
From all mediums, they tilt us.
Don't look! Prints ulcerate!
Authorities speak with fear,
They are told to be afraid.
Alienating one from one.
To give them trust and aid.
Slaves and submasters suit, concede!
Their script society.
Don't trust and aid non-governed men.
Their script society.
No one self-investigates.
Hence, most make their own bubble.
Whether or not crowds, no contact!
Disconnected wobble.
Fringe views? You share bible truths?
Irreconcilable.
Absurdness comes from broken men.
None can be loveable?
Rural idylls, turned to dins.
Halcyon ethos, bereft.
Steadily, next's ambly-hearing.
Move through like warps and wefts.
Stand in stagnant air; broil from,
Gas like a fumarole
Those dropping godly etiquette
The beast with 666 nears.
"Medium is the message."
We should be sub-open-minded...
Probe biblical events!
Contemplate what God really wants! :)
This world is our subways.
Ride godly etiquette to peace.
Flee this sad, psycho world.
This poem stares at the various unseen reality of life and should encourage others to dig in to what God actually wants us to do in our lives.
Poll This or That?