( where ? )
there is a world where
false gods rule from their cruel thrones
dispensing injustice to weakened subjects abject and alone,
obfuscated edicts issuing forth vomiting sick promises
from great horns of tin
the glory of sin
is worshipped by inverse on obverse debasements of coin
to pay one must join in
the mockery that struts with infinitesimal power before Heaven and God
trumpeting self-praise and vain-glory with wooden tongues of putrid ire
systematic chaos kingdoms devouring seas of spiritual desire,
a perishing sphere
there is a world, ( where ?)
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-08-24 at 12:19
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