Description: In response to the King of New Zealand...
The Perfect Art of Imperfection -------------------------------------------
The Perfect Art of Imperfection
I’m not certain of the flowers
Draped on skulls too sage to bear them
Wreathed allusions to an ancient Eden
Lost in the pseudo innocence
Of organic foods and green police
Fine causes for superior martyrs
The best and brightest, all self-starters
New empires enflamed with an old disease
Elders grotesquely groping youths
Idealists fondling fantasies
And we have reliquaries to abuse
Ideals adrift on darker seas
I’d rather not suffer hell confused
By the mirror they’ve made a deity
In citadels both engorged and doomed
Wistful perhaps, but not penitent
An offer of blood without covenant
Being from a country dominated by Catholics, it really is quite sad how much we haven't learned from our ancestors - a lot of them still carry God with a knife and a cross to manipulate the world into this one sided idea of perfection, and a lot of them still suffer for it. They believe that religion is pain and sacrifice. A lot of them believe that feeling pain absolves you. They believe that it's supposed to make the soul feel better. It's just sad because a lot of it is just based on literal stuff; mimicked and hoped to be used as some sort of absolution for a life that is filled with nothing but guilt. It's robotics at its finest.
And if there is a God and s/he is all knowing and all powerful, I'm sure that s/he wouldn't want that. S/he wouldn't want us to feel sorry for the way we are born; s/he would want us to be proud of it.