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Godshands

God,

Not he of celestial beauty,

But rather

The god of humanity

Is one of greed.

Upon his head sits a crown,

One of diamonds and flesh.

At his right hand,

Money — power

At his left,

Man.

Perched, flickering

Centralized upon the highest peak

Of his crown

Is a flame.

A flame

That will be used

To immolate all.

All who oppose,

All who resist,

All who he,

The almighty god

Deems unworthy —

Problematic.

Voices of change,

Voices of defiance,

Those are the ones

Who the Devine swallows

In his unrelating fires.

And with each burst,

His hands meet in prayer.

Reuniting the powers

And man.

Like the god

Of salvation,

He created.

Teachers of his word,

And keepers of his teachings.

He armed his soldiers

And cast them down.

They pillaged,

Waged wars,

And prayed for divinity,

So that he might answer

Their prayer for cleansing.

He heard their pleas

And sent forth provisions:

Cloaks of white,

Badges of gold,

Pockets of green,

And the power of his own right hand.

They swore allegiance

Not just to him,

But to their own

Authority and power,

The work god so requested.

They cast shrines

Of thanks,

Burning them brightly into the sky

From properties

Of those who feared them.

They murdered, mercilessly,

Those who resisted them.

They ruled

With the iron fist of god,

Oppressing those,

Who opposed them.

Heritage, color,

Beliefs in those other than their god,

Their law swore

To eradicate them.

Their beliefs,

Like a cancerous seed,

Burrowed deep

Into the womb

Of humility.

It’s poison

Become normal,

Conventional,

Law.

We’ve been taught

That this is the word,

This is the truth,

These are our rights.

But what we’re blind to

Is where these words derived.

The missing sections, segments

And exceptions.

These teachings

And practices

Have always been rooted

In hate,

Corruption,

And apathy.

For these teachings

Are those of man,

Those who are seated

At the left hand of god.

These teachings

Are those of the devil.