We are sick.
Ill-stricken with deceit
Forced to believe in fanciful fairytales that indoctrinate our seed
We breed to continue this frivolous lie
We leave it for the next generation
A generation of lost souls and soul ties
We blame them for the predicament we placed them in
How dare you act so scandalous?
How dare you act so bleak?
How dare you act like you don't know what's wrong with me?
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I'm sick
I've been impregnated by the curse of sin
I perpetuate the cycle I was bred in
Never questioning those who go before me
Leaving a path of desolation behind me
Yet,
I still breed!
It's no longer my mess to clean up
I look forward to blaming the generation I raised up
It's your fault why I am the way I am
It's your fault that we find the predicament we find ourselves in
It's your fault that the original Adam sinned
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Don't you see?
You are the issue
You are the problem
You are the bane of my existence, a nuisance, a coward
You gave me a genetic disease I never asked for
You stand there appalled when your offspring clashes back
You sit there and blameshift to shield and justify your actions
So, you tell me, who's the real coward in all that?
This is just a portion of the poem I have in the works for one of my most anticipated articles yet. In it, I touch on everything from ideology to tribalism to the rise of Christian nationalism and how it predates American Christianity. It'll be a doozy but worthwhile for sure!
Stay Tuned!
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Beautifully written. Christian Nationalism is awful.