Infectious Defectus (Preview)

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!