Ignition

Trickle Trickle  11/6/2014

There is always somebody

Who will light the fuse

So full of themselves

That they never learn

Or grow. 

A good man will compromise

And question himself

But evil only hates

And destroys.

It’s easy to spot

And difficult to miss

But sometimes they hide themselves

Behind the naive

And the foolish. 

Hiding their true form

Until it’s too late

And they are close enough

To strike

From below or behind. 

Slippery slime is hard to hold

And it oozes between your fingers

Dripping on the floor

Disassembling in order to escape

Only to assemble again. 

They circle the wagons

And will say anything to survive

All they while stalling for time

As ignorance spreads

Like germs.

For them, there is no logic

And there is no reason

Only a deep and vile hatred

Bubbling and seething. 

The math will  always equal

What they want

And the sum is meaningless

To the putrid

And the vile.

Slithering around their belly

All they desire is power

By any means necessary

Including extortion and murder.

But nothing lasts forever

And neither will they

Just dead men

Covered with skin. 

Even now they meet

And form the circle

Calculating subterfuge,

Misery, and invasion. 

The fury will be spent

And the tide shall come

But even this,

Is already over

Predicted, filed, and done.  

Betrayal is not new

And murder is as old as man

Born of jealousy

Over innocence

And light. 

The prophets were murdered

But how many were silenced

Over threat?

Buried by time

Obedient and cowed.

Appearance can deceive

But the truth exposes all

When the covers are ripped off

What will God find?