the sober curse of twisted misconception
that lingering taste of rancour beliefs
that bleeds through the stigmata of unanswered questions
I see mankind as he mourns and grieves

this bitter cup, my angel
I pass from my lips to yours
a communion of sorts, my stranger
that mankind’s austerity have wrought

clench the sour grapes then
let them fill the cup
I witness in aghast petrification
how eagerly they sip

we do not need blame a god’s demons
mankind’s deviltry is enough
it filled the tomes of history
to make psychotic children lust
for bitter ends…

we have given the hitlers in our midst too much power
and wash our hands like that yellow-livered emperor aeons ago
we hide behind acts of kindness and sell the tickets to the show

we go on knees and selfishly pray for blessings
poison dripping from our lips
we never selflessly love our neighbor
and wish him in some apocalyptic abyss

we reach our hands in faith to the mountains
the gods shake their heads
we forgot the rudiments of their teachings
for our lusts and own selfish bliss

we do not need blame a god’s demons
mankind’s deviltry is enough
it filled the tomes of history
to make psychotic children lust
for bitter ends…

(c) 2015 allen simpson

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