Be Deaf to the Holy Reverend

[demonic790]

The Reverend calls his fiends
In a dream as a befuddled horde
Whose screams are for a lord
That confuses men with words.

Demons captive to his tongue,
“Order, order!” The Reverend cries
Silence fills a white room full of lies,
And the slaves listen at the dawn of twilight.

Shackles chime like archaic tunes
In moving to kneel before faith
Where once a man -who is now a wraith-
Perhaps oppressed the reign of confusion here.

Purgatory walls cleave truth
From invention in captivity we call
Upon a prison cell key.

Now he speaks in dishonest jest
Of an afterlife – that riddled tongue
A breath of deception that freely hung
The enslaved with dead impunity

For I, who do not listen,
(I sit with a wandering eye – a ghost),
Hold the glass beneath the veil
To free the slaves from this brazen seal,
Away from their false paradise.

Those blind to the lull of indulgence…listen
To unlock men from their dreams
Is easy! Be deaf to the holy Reverend
‘Fake as you and me
Whose screams are for a lord -
A befuddled horde who cannot see
To recognize the truth and
Wake up.

[hillwalker]

I think line 4 of verse 1 sums up this effort perfectly. It's as if you put some lines of prose into a food blender and pressed the 'on' button.

H