Malignant Ignorance

Down comes the angel to exile

The beast and all its misgivings

Into the bottomless void of unending for a thousand years

Down she glides

With key in iron grasp

Clenched firmly within her palm

She unbinds topographical mounds

Unwinds the fabric of eons

And in a whirl of mushroomed atmospheres

Of dark matter and omnipresent cosmic dust

She expels the tricky reptillious purveyor of brooding consequences

To a darkness unrelenting

But the key is not a key, it is a scalpel,

The beast is not a dragon but merely a tumor

Sitting, thriving, an undulating wad

On the inner mind of mankind, freewill gone utterly awry

This could be our Armageddon

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What we need is not a dogmatic explosion with angels

And flames, dragons and chalices, we need a complete metamorphosis

Of the consciousness of all mankind

For thousands of years we strolled around our cosmic hospice

While it throbbed deceitful punctures into the life paradigm

Clouding our judgment by placing ego-centrical metamorphosis

Before our existential manifestation receptors

Clogging our desires with delusions of grandeur

Addictions to endorphin rushes converting our attentions

Gonzo free radical thought cells exuding meticulous energy

Pummeling the free autonomy

With its incestuous offspring; hate, greed, lust, jealousy

Dispensed fervently in those last ominous pages

Is it more than a final grasp at our stolen immortality?

Thrust away the snake, step aside, take a number, repent, rejoice

Go to window number zero, pick up your wings

And your newly restored eternal being

Now here comes the doctor

And she looks ever so sweet with the blade in hand

We wait for the incision

But will it peak its benign head around the corner again in a thousand years?

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