Anti-Crisis - Poem by Timothy Branch
Devices devised for a subtle but sure demise
Catch eyes wide open
You did not mistaken
You diligently made time
Time elapses you're distracted
Right is ever wrong
Inches given more room needed
More pleasures crave
Silly men and women
Authorize it for lost citizens
All the while the Divine One
Says that mind is your mind
In time, I will bind
The tares first.
You know those lovers of erroneous choices
Screaming aloud, give me more, encore score!
Anti-crisis victimized by choices awry
What I commanded wrong perverted, served sin...why?
The wage of sin is to die
Will you kneel to me and account?
Private school, public school taught to read
Say your grace amazing grace at the end amen
Parents even taught you to believe
I know just what to do.
Anti-crisis ends with me not you.
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