Whispered Joke

Solemn lays the cross, begging its soles Pierced!

Wonder away the pain executed, moreover—Revered!

I look to the ideal concept of building, its material sandy, foundation rocky.—Persevere!

Love the pasted glory of this pointed edge, so slowly does it cut, its blood oozing.

May your view of me change eternally, as I have made my sights grazed!

Bullets ricochet of plastered walled folk, leasing its rounds for the Octagon of Fate!

I say the madness enshrining this earth will not contend with those whom strives toward that unearthly Fiend!

They will look to the skies for hope and wonder but all that their, scared, fearful, deathly soul will receive is of the dull in spirit,—Defend!

Fools, must you then attack so flimsily, as a childhood tantrum ran past its due; Behold the Modern Human—Man-Child!

Understand thy selfish boundaries, collect your debts, and scatter your remains; as the child will reject none while the adult All—Return Alone!

I satisfy All those who come across me, does this mean anything? Only of the Maddening of Spirit will save our Childishly Immaturity from trained Fools—Ready to Stone!

I respond to the inept, Follow your Herd Master, lick His remains and smile in His Grace!

While those who surpass me in Madness, I become a humbled servant in Her sight; delighting in Her ethereal Face!

Behold, then, the Future Man—Childish-Man!