Tha consequences of an omniscient force,
Bringing forth, tha sentences of an omnipotent tort,
On ill sort, result in catabolic punishment,
Our stomachs quench, as tha diabolic rummages,
Pillaging and prodding through tha goods of our being,
Tha blindness is seeing, plotting what could be intriguing,
Our believing, of a great captain at tha helm,
Opens a realm, of what might happen but seldom,
Will help them, crack their cranium open and accept tha entity,
That is meant to be, an emblazoned sign of eternity,
Tha disparity, between mortals and almighty Gods,
Existing as two peas in pods, rhetorical questions tha sod,
In which traditional thoughts are planted and sowed,
Manicured and mowed, but beliefs get slanted, implode,
Tha less traveled road, may infuriate tha elders,
Ole’ fellers, who want pure fate for dwellers,
In cellars, of thought normally abnormal,
Though resourceful, they’re formally immoral,
If oral, about their thoughts of a spiritual conundrum,
Undone from, societies miracle in love sum,
Of people old to young, who believe tha paradoxity of former lessons,
It’s so depressin, tha animosity shown has got me stressin,
Still caressin, a soul battered by zealots stuck in their ways,
Allowing nothing to phase, even pellets reflect, never invades,
Nothing stops tha craze, insanely following pristine paths,
As tha masses, fear tha much storied but unseen wrath,
Crippled in a cast, afraid of unholy desires,
May end up in fires, a man who dun know me conspires,
With insiders, to bring me pain for my so-called sins,
When tha end begins, tha religious snowball wins,
And passed to kin, is a system meant to teach love not hate,
But accentuates, embargos if u speak a contrary fate,
There’s no debate, religion embeds a superiority complex,
That dissects, others then uniformly rejects,
All intellects, who have no similarity in belief,
Much grief, is caused by tha non-humanitarian thief,
Who has beef, with anyone at all in stints of discrimination,
Wishing assimilation, without tolerance or appreciation…

Overwhelmed with frustration I cease this occasion,
To bring forth an issue, not a figment of imagination.