Intrinsically Quilted Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

With a despising of themselves,
To not appreciate in a sharing...
Of valuable attributes they've been blessed.
As gifts from God given.

But a pride and ego,
Has divided them into a separateness.
They instead have accepted,
As a demonic mission dispensed as if a quest.
To destroy the fabric intrinsically quilted.
A fabric so fragile...
That supplies all of their benefits.
And more to get.
But a feeding on envy and petty jealousies,
Prevents them to see the wholesomeness of this.

Since materialism has interceded to intercept,
An introspection that would remove the veils...
That blinds their consciousness to be aware of it.
To allow hatred between them to be fed and prevail.
And the wickedness of the demon continues to recruit.
Ensuring blood bled to bleed has been done successfully.

Intrinsically quilted,
A fragile fabric...
With a mending that's needed and bad.
Intrinsically quilted,
A fragile fabric...
Picked apart and the doing is sad.

Intrinsically quilted,
But there's a wicked wish to pick it.
Intrinsically quilted,
But there's a wicked wish to pick it.
Intrinsically quilted,
But there's a wicked wish to pick it.
With a tearing of hearts apart.
To then,
Depart.

Intrinsically quilted,
A fragile fabric...
With a mending that's needed and bad.
Intrinsically quilted,
A fragile fabric...
Picked apart and the doing is sad.

Intrinsically quilted,
But there's a wicked wish to pick it.
Intrinsically quilted,
But there's a wicked wish to pick...
Hearts apart.
To then,
Depart.