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The Grand Fallacy

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The large, dark clouds conceal the sky,

Tiny spheres plummet, a million fold,

Thus comes the thunder to which I swear,

I will and can not be subdued by the intolerable rattling,

Birch, ash and oak bow before its hellish sovereignty,

I neither know nor care where your soul is or how it doth fare.

 

Heaven and hell, an unlikely couple,

Produced through the vitriol of vying spiritual sects,

Virtuous be the brain-dead as virtues visibly rot,

A melee dressed in holy writ, hypocrisy unbound,

Sanity mourns her blood soaked body,

A dystopia formed through fallacies so impeccably ‘profound’

 

Sesquipedalian proverbs cited oh so clear,

So I stay a troglodyte amidst this din,

Reptilian tongues lie all around,

Elizabeth’s face is worn grey,

Blessed be the war-makers, all of high order,

The light is a lie, in pitch did truth once sound.

 

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Joshua Van-Cook

Wed 28th Jan 2009 10:52

Thanks, I pretty much reeled this one off the top of my head some time ago. The underlying meaning is that through my eyes, such things as heaven and hell are only what we make of them and that both exist here but as they are mutually incompatable, our feelings of the day affect which one exists to us but the constant vying of relious sects is dragging this world through Hell. I don't know how much sense that makes to anyone other than me but I worded it as well as I could.

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Daniel Hooks

Wed 28th Jan 2009 10:40

Great imagery I will have to re read it again to get the full meaning!

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