[ Apart ] Poem by Garathe Den

I know that I'm my truest as an individual
Yet society tends to flock towards congregations
They like to build things together, like they all are integral
Until eventually they call themselves a nation

Now almost every time these actions seem so lofty
Their ideas filled with righteousness and pride
Yet far too often things tend to turn too costly
When they start to fail in seeing eye to eye

Of my personal account, I hate the nation
Where this Religion tends to seep into the mind
For where all eyes are made to see only through doctrine
That is where all eyes lose vision to the blind

The nations, they build monuments and altars
Then alter their history to grace their point of view
Pledging allegiance to their symbols to never falter
And then they utilize these symbols in their rule

Now I have far stepped out of box and out of context
To be in contrast and example of a completely different life
And I know that act has caused in some to anguish
As though a jeopardy to faith that we should always live in strife

This absurdity is a plague that never falters
A mental inhibition set to blotting out the sun
So those in shadow will find comfort in the darkness
As they reign in foolishness seeking to mitigate the son

For God is either evil in this empire so eminent
Or God is only peaceful in an everlasting covenant
What is time-tested, these waging wars or love in testament?
Salvation on the cross or the holocausts of government?

The crowd is always wrong, casting their stones and void of heart
Professing revolutions while only ever showing throne
Sacrificing of the innocent, and that's why I walk apart
Outside of this Religion that holds no power to atone

© HeartOfBabel