Don’t dare tell me I’m losing time!: A poem 

Don’t ever dare tell me that I am losing time 

Eternity is a place that makes time sublime 

What about the treachery that keeps buying time? 

…To transfix its undeserved location in the Halls of the Divine! 

I am not fixated on apocalypse, even if it may be due 

I didn’t withdraw any frontiers; I am not abandoning truth 

Not even if you wish me to settle for all your offered loot 

I swear only deliverance and redemption fit my boot  

I may be blindfolded, beleaguered, but brave; no slave 

to all the sordid presumptions of that wizard of degrade 

I swear, destiny’s handmaid never wears that unbecoming shade 

of her succumbing to the tyrant’s manipulative blade 

You can call it my adamant obstinacy and obduracy;  

even obscurantism, if it suits your convenience and everybody’s 

God didn’t even ask for salutation from his anointed Kings 

He just laid down his life sublimely for all righteous things