Behind the covetous mask, men shape war. Freedom does not black itself with white ideal nor white itself with oppression. Who told you to listen to the rich? Who gave you the coveted tool of your own demise? Did not the field and a friend call you to pluck the heart of wheat and provide provisions of the hare? All the grasses of the field, are they not yours?



To work a keep meant usefulness. Why then has community structured itself in tenements?



I looked out and saw great men, weak of mind, strong of back, and I built a lie they bought. I stole the water from under their feet and sold it back to them laced with control. I placed a window into their hands and told them to look within for commerce and further instruction. The moment they stopped looking into the sun, was that moment I bound them. Now their children war and riot and feud knowing not the source of their hate. I showed them color, and division and separatist ideas and they bought from my convenient store and ate of the tree of nationality. I pitted their champions and colonized their thinking, and estranged them enemies, jackal, lion, bull, cheetah, wolf, hart, hyena. I invented the carnivore and terror fell among them. And all who were peaceful mindful men of change hid, strung, deep in the bowels of my own masterpiece theatre.



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Jesus Wept

And Jesus, when confronted with the leper, dawned a mask and distanced himself on a mountain for fear of contracting the disease. And he yelled down to his his disciples, “Go and do likewise. Allow fear to consume you. Be separate and be afraid. Be very afraid. Do your part. Isolate. Preach fear from behind your cell phone. Model this fear to your children. Teach them to live in fear by showing them how flighty you can be. Hoard. Store up for tomorrow, give nothing away, because my father in heaven is a liar and will absolutely do nothing for you. There is nothing beyond this life so take what you can when you can. Covet. Steal. Take what is not yours and avoid sick people so you can live long! There is no virtue in wasting your life for the sake another!
My father in heaven sent me to live a long life here on earth and to ultimately show you how to abandon your sick neighbor — to build high technological fences.
So
Birth a generation of pasty immunodeficient weak rich fat anti-social parasite mongoloid robots. Give them cell phones to numb any pain and to distract them in their time alone or from the ridiculous notion or temptation to help the oppressed. Insure that they stay home and become followers of this way. And further, encourage them to live in bubbles because dirt is bad. Wash your hands with bleach or you’ll die. Don’t touch your face or you’ll die. Don’t care for the sick or you’ll die. Leave them be! This way you can survive and the poor can die off forgotten, filthy beggars that they are.

Finally, compassion and love — myths! that will potentially kill you. It’s written in the same folklore that alleged, ‘And they walked among the sick and were unharmed.’ Its simply not possible! Note — the mask?! Now if you’ll excuse me I need to wash my hands of you!”

— Passages from the existential postmodern church bible (The same one all good safe clean Christians read).



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The ground of my youth

I hear you moving low the adjacent room
and breathing the ancient name.
The ground of my youth trembles.

I hear the wild sinless death and smell
sweet the ancient flowers, come home
from hayfields to sweat near a bride.

I hear the crushing slow moan of stars
sanding against particles of light —
filtering the wind — a cool blue space
against my neck.

I illuminate the generations. I house them.
You are their God —

— the literal translation to an old forgotten
language about love and trust — and
sometimes, the ability for a finite me to
believe in a forever you.

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