Do not say that we have freedom
when everything is foretold, scribbled
by the actions of those who came before.
Who is God in the face of Consequentialism?
or has God been the face of it all?
An outreach of cruel fingertips from fog prodding at a constellation-like brightness of path,
his witchcraft written above, manifesting in the heat below
I did not commit a crime in the womb
for me to reach for the stars
and land in hell
So this is what i am thinking:
was there was never much thought, any care since the origins, ever at all?
But the wind's air is still as sour as it has ever been
and the bitterness of my heart has calmed into an state of rotted continuity.
Does no one understand?
In a world of repetition we are all hypocritical beings
mockers will go on in their slander until understanding is gained, they say
but do people not already know what they are doing?
so when the oppressed oppress the oppressors
there is no such thing as mercy
and consensus will never end the onslaughts of humanity
Human nature is a crooked thing
as is fickle Consequentialism
But not God
and i should be grateful for this
waiting patiently with scraps in my hands for one that sees my lifetime as a fraction of a second
i cannot remember a time where the wind was truly calm in my empire.
The air is as sour as it has ever been
yet i wait, expecting
patience gnaws at my heart and strains my body
yet i wait