Lex Taylor

Rookie - 234 Points (1st June 1977)

Institutes Of The Lord - Poem by Lex Taylor

Deceased, carnal, hostile, western schools of thought,
Rejecting the institutes of the Lord,
With secret personal fear to be outscored,
The laments of the dead this musings have brought,
The denouncing images sounded overwrought,
Like targeting a society much deplored,
Is it karma which The Lord cannot afford?
Degrading anyone who in the west has fought?

For the foundation of the Final Truth's schools?
Please, make it not like before with fake masters,
Which feed on devotee's energy and money,
It must be like dispensing some deserved cools,
To needy greenness among youth's pilasters,
But not rapist gurus like before, honey.

Topic(s) of this poem: god, rape

Form: Sonnet

Poet's Notes about The Poem

From The Matrix of Death series Vol 2, Guffs Of The Dead

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 30, 2015

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