Kindling for the ignorant,
Bonfires built up with misconceptions
Of faith,
With the intentions
of a cleansing flame,
Unattended and unkempt,
It is ever consuming,
with innumerable lives it claims,
But still
there is none to blame.
Venom spewed from the mouths of snakes whom hate Snakes,
Judgment passed by those whom wish not to be judged,
yet live half-lived lives
forever serving the idea of Judgement.
But whom holds the gavel,
And what force compels it to strike,
And is the hand that holds the gavel
not the same as the hand that
clenches the pen?
And when the pen moves, is it acting upon the same intentions as the gavel?
And if the intentions are unbiased then why is their judgment?
Lies backed by lies,
Proof backed by faith,
Faith backed by preference,
Preference backed by bias,
Bias backed by ignorance,
Ignorance backed by man.
And where in this formula lies the equation,
That sums up all variables,
The fractions,
and decimals
that are carried over
by the conception of godliness and ungodliness?
What lies at the end of the equal sign,
begins at the end of ignorance.
Self - realization,
not a lockpick.
But the key that effortlessly slides into the master lock.
- By Chase Kelly (P.O.W.)
