The journey of the self-righteous man,
exists as a lone wanderer.
Along dirt roads,
amidst the beasts of our
Mother’s beauty and rage.
Solemnly riddled by plague of constructed foundations,
epitomizing scattered dismemberment.
Sunken soles into a wet earths puddle reflecting I,
the self-righteous man. Gazing down upon the earth revered,
with eyes of holy fire and vengeance.
The Son’s glory be upon you.