The Agony the Impatient
The jagged edges of the war-bound beasts
with their battle axes and razor sharp spears
rub against the tender walls of the soul,
for years upon years of agony and impatience,
scratching, clawing, kicking, piercing,
gnawing at the fruits of the blessed inside,
God’s carnal vineyards, the hallowed walls
of the soul tended by his vigilance,
the saintly prisons erected by him
and through his eternal prophetic wisdom,
man’s conscience grows forever strong.
War-bound beasts grow impatient
as the restlessness in his soul finds ways
to free itself from the prison walls
and run out into the battlefields with
their spears ever sharp,
and man is relieved of the pent up aggression
that eats at the walls of his soul,
itching to free itself year after year.
War is the escape of the internal beast.
Peace is the flimsy restraints that grow weak.
War is the works of the dark side of man.
War is the manifestation of his dreams.
War is the inevitable outcome of greed.
War is the favored option between good or evil.
War is the evil chosen.
War has the loudest voices.
War is the loudest voices acted upon..
War is the agonizing irritation
in the soul persisting to be let out,
to relieve the feeling of discomfort
from year after year of
holding back the longing.
War is here to stay.
The beast always gets his way.
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