As I swear by my Kings…as I look to Israel and America!: A poem

I remembered to change the hour

over daylight savings, even if I wasn’t

counting these hours, these changes.

I remember with a precision, even if it

seems stale to remind one’s self of a

change that’s humdrum, like lights on

a street so many, that the passing cars

take their brightness for granted. There is

no such routine in my time though, because

I stand outside it; like an unruly child turned

out of the class to confront his own scapegrace

deviance, to fall out with the world. If you think

I shouldn’t break ranks…I must let you know

that I didn’t perform the scaleboard for nothing,

when I was the image of God itself, sequestered

because you binged on a moral science that was

as queer to my Godhood as the seafloor to a sky-

scraping mountain peak. I didn’t panic to find my

existence broken to bits by the ribaldry of your ongoing

discourse such that even my heroes were laid to waste by

treachery! I am about to tell you my heritage is so

entrenched that I will never edict the matrimony of the

wicked in the cathedrals of my Universe, even if they

blatantly perform their orgies to sacrilege my edifices!

If you all can conjure the defeat of everything God

holds dear with your libel and slander and relentless

pursuit of infamy, because you hold the consignments

with evil dear, I am wont to swear that however

wearisome my task is, I will continue to chastise you

and enervate your victories, because even in every

victory you celebrate against me, you will be reminded

that you will be driven to utter desperation by my deathlessness!

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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