Cunneda

Sunday, March 21, 2010

The Sterile Seed

The haughty and supercilious,
Contemn and tread
All in their sight.
Deriding the saint -
Despoiling the innocent:
They spew forth muted wisdom,
And an echo of truth,
While casting utterly away
The Holy and the Self-Existent;
As the wanderer-
Arriving at his nightly quarters -
Cuntumeliously,
Throws aside the torch
Which had guided his uncertain steps
Through the darkness.
Making a god of their own hand;
Empowering a sterile seed,
Bestowing only corruption and subversion
On all save the annointed.

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