Tree of Good and Evil

The cold wind that blows upon the onrushing sea

Staring into the abyss, chaos and madness quickly approaching can be overwhelming. Many a person are taken up, according to their allegiances, friends, family, people, tribe. It’s quiet normal, it is quiet human, to be overcome with emotion. To cry out in desperate anguish. To be filled with sadness, grief and rage. Children are ripped from their mothers, fathers are mangled, protecting their love. Innocent children whose laughs and smiles we heard just moments ago, replaced with the blood soaked cries of innocence lost. What hope is left for us? They cry out revenge, justice and return in the name of God Selah! Whose heart isn’t broken for the mounting dead? The kings and princes of the world are overcome by the cruel vicissitudes of fortune, unable to prevent the on rushing slaughter. The same mothers, fathers and children crying in desperate agony for justice guarantee the hand of death spreads. A cold wind blowing across the fields of wheat, the continents chilling all to the bone.

I have faith in God with all my heart
But you divide rationality verily apart
Fourth ring of hell, the sand devours
Grows the beast greedy, of the powers

Drunk with lust, the beast grows strong
Divisions cast shadows, upon the sun
Seeking truth, they are mislead
By the serpents shadow all are dead

So inward strength, I turn to seek
To reclaim a stone purged from weak
My Cherubim garden keeper strong
How I wish to learn to sing along

Tidal force welling up perfused
By mighty keeper Cherubim dues
Give me strength to grow strong
Protect the weak from the wrong

How I wish to fight no more
Weary grown from all the sore
Onward to what, must be done
For righteous purpose continue on

Weary of meaningless life pursue
Pleasure fades from every view
Ready for the next world to be
A life made simpler all I wish to see

I wrote this in March 2011. At the time I had been fasting for a few months and had a very powerful religious experience I might talk about at some point. Sadly we’re at the beginning of what I saw and sadly man never changes. The desire for vengeance, the lack of trust, the need for justice amongst the mystery of inequities all but guarantees a continuation of the slaughter.

All systems, there exists a miss
All groups, outlying prevalence
For the rose, there is red and blue
For each number, another equal too

A time of piece, a time of war
A time of love, a time no more
At times the birds preach a song
The children play, smile, grow strong

All within, exists darkness and light
All choose according, to what seems right
As one shoots to miss, another shoots murderous
As one seems strong, the same crumbles ominous

Shadows are cast from, sun not shadow
As last breathes are breathed, from a fellow
The earth increases, in her speed
As the foolish children, lust to feed

And they gather to what, they think makes them strong
All the while weakened, and dragged along
Until heaven realizes, this cannot due
And intervenes, to stop the stupid few

That which resembles a paradise most
Like quick sand, drags along the host
Before awareness, sacrosanct arrives at last
To late awareness, must have already past

So doomed to hell the mass is sent
So cursed by holy sacrament
That the seeing are, to blind to see
While the blind see clearly, all to be

Along the journey I first gave up on life, I then gave up on my very soul in the single minded pursuit to find God. I leapt into the abyss, believing it would annihilate not just my body but also my soul. I died that day as I walked upon a glass sea. I found my answers and was given understanding. The place beyond the glass sea was beyond words to describe and I wanted to stay, I could have stayed. Selah! I knew that I had to return and so I did. Their were things I was still meant to learn and things I was still meant to do. I recovered, found a job, got married and have some ten years later a beautiful little family. Imagining happening to them what has happened to so many twists my heart in knots. We have a choice. We always have a choice. Our choices are weighted against the choices of all mankind and though our hearts love our children, anger, resentment, vengeance and envy leads us toward an inescapable fate. Selah!

In all the worlds, there is no truer sense
The devils preferred better, the ones acquiescent
Rationality subdued, we’re led to reprehense
The alter to slaughter, our common sense

Misfortunes smiling, at our blind pursuits
Doth lead us the errand, of blind roots
Settling on the task, of folly presumed
Those like natured souls, likewise subdued

In there submission, blood contract is signed
That our children shall thus, also be confined
And so to there fathers’, errors are sown
The folly of honor, written in stone

Thus presumes histories, repetition of way
That are children shall make slaughter, of old, the new way
The babes from the breast, thus snatched from the vine
In order to make of children, slaughter of wine

Offered to Satan, in the most irrational of way
We proclaim truth, upon the naked, the dead and dismay
And so continue, your preposterous way
Until the living are no more and nothing to say

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