Crucial ignominy relative to the mooring poured out in ages long perished. Trials in the eyes of nieces whispering dark tales of Uncle’s character manipulated to portray an innocent man. Left to reason it out in solitude, conversations held with self, by self, answered by self, leaving one as barren as the desert in noonday. We are sanctioned to perform outside of universal norms with the sole purpose and reason being our gratification and untarnished conscience. What monsters have played the stage this day?

The machinery is corroded, not simply tarnished in the diesel poisons of nation’s impropriety, but fouled at its heart in desperate cries of demonic indwelling. There is no stride long enough to escape the mark leveled deeply in the memory of mankind. An immoral rape of all that may be referred sacrosanct. Nothing left as imaginations are dumped upon the screens and sidewalks for review by children left with scarred or wounded innocence. This is our history being written before us, as we idly sing along never once contemplating the thoughts of our Great-Grand Children. To what shame do we subject them in relation, for we will be to blame for their world’s ravaging.

What have we placed upon today’s pedestal. Remorseless discovery of non pious criminality and lusts so odd they would make the fallen blush? How high the pyres, fired to rid us of blemish and stain that resists the cleansing of prayer and passion? What washes away the epiglottal filth hard as staining sand beyond the reach of prying finger or lozenge? Cattle calls and pack cars of chattel slaves to the empires of the slaked and dark places. Collective minds lost before their promised hive mind could connect them. Reason laid to rest alongside the sense we once found common. Colors are dulled by capacity of imperception.

How may freedom’s price be paid when a child wandering in neighborhood less known is sold for sensory conquest? The nerves pinched by visions so cruel them challenge the breadth of human definition, we lay porous to acidity, without remorse or cause or home. This challenge is the range of our purpose and recognition of the life residing in us. For none too sweet to accept folly as hope would bring forth counsel to remain astride the horse we now have saddled. No stirrup’s support for the weight the bears us aloft to greater things that a man yet has done. For we are counted lonely when seated with the masses as their dreams never once got whispered. For in our heads and hearts the drums of self indulgence silenced all voice and wisdom.

We were alone for the ride to bridge and fury. In to the promised wrath of all that Hold’s Holy we committed ourselves in utter pride. Taken from the horse of our propelling false conscience we are dissolved in the Raging magma of life’s forging furnace to return to dust as we arrived.