Mortal eyes can’t see the patterns,
Like a sprawling desert overlapping
When emerging from the underground,
Angels trick you with their trapping.
They’ll get you,
They’ll get you;
If you let them catch their breath.
Sand collapses outward as you
Forget about the rest.
The higher ups sent you as emissary
To check on things below-
Now you return to warn The King
To stay away safe upon His throne.
As you enter the Kingdom,
Something seems awry.
Your imagination taking over?
What’s that glint in His ever-roving eye?
You shrug it off as you begin:
“Sire stay up here atop your hill.
God, humankind below
Is sure to make You ill.
War and crime are lukewarm,
It’s love that causes pain.
Nothing tarnishes a heart like that
Awful, lonely stain.”
But if you’re wise, you’re stupid;
Know ignorance and live in bliss.
Even icy cold-burned lips from time to time
Could use an extra kiss.
“But sire, if You provide the rules,
Parameters, still vice,
You’ll never kill the parasite that
Crawls through Your realm like lice.”
A smile breaks the surface
Of that calm yet calculating face.
As The King rises to respond,
He begins to pace.
“You see, My son, the end is near,
At least it is for you.
It did not have to be this way…”
As a long, deep breath he drew.
“In the beginning-
There was Adam, there was Eve.
And the first mistake I made, my son,
Was allowing them to breathe.
Things got worse and worse,
As millennia rolled by.
I made a thing, unbreakable,
Yet the fuckers had to try.
Mortality has one effect on
Those who walk below-
Before their end, they’ll kill, maim,
And more If they think it helps them grow.
But I ramble on;
My point is this:
If it can be put in words naturally,
How easily you were
Trapped-
In your
Own mortality.
You spent days wasting precious seconds,
You’ll never get them back!
Blindly following the curricula
Holding faith in Me before you
Like a plaque.
Is this what you expected?
An elitist?
A fool with faults like you?
There is no distinction between
Fiction or the truth.
At least in this instance,
That is the case-
This illusion sent you chasing
After challenges one like you could face.
And now, like all the rest, I fear
Your time quickly draws all-too near.
Are you too drained of substance
To feel regret or fear?
You disgust Me, you
Spineless, ‘faithful’ worm.
You feel so high, so mighty,
When you’re just a lowly
Worthless, fucking germ.”
Speechless and betrayed, you stare
Back at Him in silence.
A blade of ice slides through your ribs
Yet you cannot close your eyelids.
Crying like an infant,
Wailing like a banshee
This is your payment for
Spying on fellow peasants
For a King made just of imagery.
Black & White 