Part 5: The Book of Revolutions
Here in the final incarnation
Let it be written; let it be told!
That every sin of every nation
Is free to be bought and to be sold
The disenfranchised believers flocked
To the altars of absurdity
Bearing the bloody scars of the mocked
Badges to their insecurity
The disproven doomsday prophet sees
That profit from doom is aplenty
Profiting from the people they squeeze
Before wells of contempt run empty
Shrouded in mythology of sin
Forged from the indomitable will
The rulers change rules until they win
Hiding peace high atop of the hill
While down in the valley, the faithful
Continue to fail to measure up
Feeling forlorn far more than grateful
Sip vinegar from some holy cup
Resigned to wallow in servitude
Paying tithes while accruing more debt
Offered only empty platitude
Drowning in spiritual regret
Yet high in the castle keep above
Priests and acolytes manage to thrive
Clenching power in a velvet glove
While meek struggle to even survive
There in the halls of hypocrisy
Stroll all the blissfully unaware
Cloaked in the pall the autocracy
Bringing all their flawed logic to bear
Hollow concerns for huddled masses
Brows furrowed with a contrived concern
“Thoughts and prayers” is all that passes
While the wheels of oppression still turn
Here in the dying days of eden
The purveyors of myth shall be called
To answer for all their misleading
Every path to the truth they forestalled
Yet even though we were still learning
All the workings of this universe
The exploitation of that yearning
Crossed well over into the perverse
Those that had silently bore witness
To this sham perpetrated on hope
Taking advantage of the witless
Leaving little room for them to cope
Must now face this one last reckoning
Here in the dwindling light of the day
The tone of judgment is deafening
To this revolution on display
and there at the end, they did appear
Angels and demons of metaphor
To bear witness to unspoken fear
Stoking embers of this endless war
…continued…
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