A Poem on the Malady of Reality
Prodigal son leading the lost sheep
Like jiminy cricket does my conscience never sleep
Jousting with tremors and fencing with demons
Conversing with sinners and cursing with seamen
Revelry, rivalry; the same coin
it all depends on what side you see
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Making our home we do with those
Those who long and mourn
Regretting the day in which they were born
Escorting from the precipice
Does he lead us to benevolence
Magistrates and malevolence
Pharisees and penitents
Sickness is it not
For their choice becomes their lot
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Virulent victims of a residual malady
The malady that has taken reality
This to watch, sad to see
A stupor in gait
Unable, unwilling to wait
For the desires of now must satiate
About the Creator
Ethan Ivy
I am the host of the Philosophical Gospel Podcast and an avid student of philosophy and theology.
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