You know, he looks at it all from a distance,
like he can hold everything he perceives
between his thumb and forefinger; God
only, perhaps, sees the bigger picture,
not powerful men having their integrity
crushed by their own egos, not diminutive men
scurrying like mice for petty trappings. Do you
think we have the right to ostracise men with
valour, with dignity, with honour, with integrity;
even if our social mores beatified our hypocritical
demeanour? Is romanticism, the daring to dream,
the chivalry, altogether selfish or actually more compassionate
in its virtuosity than your make-believe Heavenly
Pacifism; because the ones we call utterly cruel
are really the ones with the generous foresight – those
who we so wantonly want to depose from our history
books? Did your democracy only learn to doff its hat to
deceit? And is your wretchedly obtuse media so oracularly
pedagogic in giving you your astuteness and discernment? So what
compares in your eyes to God’s picture perfect? The decrying
of the felon, who actually is a brave lion, having to construe
madness in his mettle, because you all blindly wallow
like rats in a contraption?! Or are we just plain to being
compromised by our own mildewed survival instincts?
The dragons decamped a long time ago (or were they decimated?),
because they could not bear to foresee a posterity pawned
to infernal homicide of virtue? If God can’t change things for
the better, must he commit suicide? Or condition predicament
to cause the destruction of you all, in your fiefdom of fake,
even if your destruction goes against his code of ethics, and
he’d rather self-sacrifice like he did many times before?
Should you never learn to anathemise his usurpation by
the tyranny of Albion?
