Archives For slavery of ideas

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The wheat and tares

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The winding, twisted arguments and their hypocritical stares

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.  The grinding edge of the apocalypse;

.  Godspeed the Prince of Peace and an end to greedy politics!

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The revolutionary, veiled promises and their violence that haunts darkened thrones

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. The path of injustice as it drives its warlike wedge toward our homes

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.  The tyrants, who’ve enslaved people to their ideas

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. their sycophants and their flood of empty tears.

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. the superior denier and self-righteous believer,

.      who fails to see no grace for either

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. “parent one” and “parent two” which replace gender specific roles;

.       those who’d kill mother and father,

.       and rob little children,

.       to placate selfish “trolls”.

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. the revanchist;

.           controversialist,

.            who fixes an argument so it’s won;

.            where 4 + 4 equals 5, and its forbidden to correct the sum.

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. vanity metrics and its socio-political funds,

.      where a hashtag can destroy an honest man

.      and any good work that he has done.

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.     the auctioneers and their ideological lunge

.      who play the people’s court,

.      to shoot to kill with a social media gun.

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. the willing beggar who swallows this garbage hole.

. Who then thinks, is, speaks, and blindly does, whatever the bloody-hell they’re told.

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But, hail to the resistance and its gladdening light

Hail to those who’ve not surrendered to the storm, or to its encroaching night.

Hail to the King of Kings,

. The time tense dialectical, piercing presence of the Christ.


©RL2017

 Artwork credit: John Martin, ‘The Last Man’, 1849

candle-simple-framed

Defending against the hits

                Who has any real-time for this?

From the aggressors who blubber about niceties,

comes spiteful splattering subtleties.

               mud thrown over the walled city of Notifications,

               to distract plausible argument with great ironic howls of  “fallacy.”

Thus ends the great claims of integrity, from those who,

at the push of a button,

              hashtag their “internet solidarity.”

Intoxicating red bubbles demand you click

               and then engage with their foul spit.

To the odorous sentiment of superiority

           there is little antidote to its insanity

Reasoned argument is no guarantee

            and qualifications have zero sway in it,

So goes the condemnation of your disagreement

Only policy sellers; club dwellers with paid membership are “free.”

    Blindfolds are complimentary.

      Comments of support a necessity.

        Popularity a commodity;

           Victims to pounce on are compulsory.

                Yet…

                 truth, although reduced in its capacity,

                 and so forced into a quiet solemnity,

                 will have its ideological chains eroded by reality.

Like the wax of a burning candle, Light will dissolve each man-made chain into obscurity.


1 Timothy 6:3-5 & 20-21

(RL2016)