Untitled, by Prane

the state of our land is sad indeed. we have children starving on every corner. our people are filled such ignorance and hate. the ground and water are poisoned. and not one has done a noble deed.
if the best minds of my generation are consumed by insanity, starving naked hysterically. surely the most clouded of minds then rule this place with all their hatred and blindness. a world of fools led by the damned shell swell up and consume the innocent and the just. for the wolf has always been stronger than the lamb.
this world around me that i see is a troubled land from sea to sea. we destroy ourselves and everything we see. we have fallen from light, strayed from the path with no guide. for we have killed and forgotten our savior.
though we have claim to much, create such beauty. no more is Arthur, Beowulf, or Gilgamesh. it is now McCarthur, Saddam, and Castro.
as we dream of the next star, we let our children die. our wrong claimed right under a false banner of God. twisting and rewrite his book. proclaiming righteousness and divinity while embracing darkness. justice, legalism HA
we have fallen, we are disgraced. like cannibalistic fungus yet we strive for less. for if we ever hope to regain such Mandates of Heaven we must cast off our cloak of sin. let go our structures of our made made Hell. return to the light of God, spread what is right and just to all we can see. raise up his banner and embrace our brethren.