Scornful Of The Motives And Virtue Of Others - text
This is sincere.
This is true.
To a thankless world of men
Who have perfected nothing.
Save the art of accusation.
Woe is he that feels compelled to pen.
Even one word of hatred.
I know the hate within passion
With which I love is a travesty.
Let this writ acknowledge these facts.
How I miss the warmth of red blood...
The color of pitch is cold and hard,
And its merciless to the tenderhearted.
Its susceptibility to burn jet,
And the might to withstand a brutal scorching.
To the gross advantage...
This blood must not go to waste.
All is not yet lost.
Take these words and
Lacerate the soiled flesh.
Impact the brittle bone.
May this blood pave the way to solution..
We have all been so wrong -
Conditioned to accept and approve of substandard
Communication and behavior.
Reason is clouding,
Hearts are hardening,
And the result is murder.
This age is grave bound,
Likewise its aging successors.
Aging, all the while, descending -
Developing an even more insatiable thirst for chaos.
Life among hyenas and asps under vultures
That pick at the corpses of the fallen.
Until some stand to rally the fray by firm example.
Lest these days be numbered.
I cannot contribute to disarray.
I simply cannot relate.
Let this be my refusal to fit in.
Let this be my writ of anthropy...
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