Get Woke, Fool

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GET WOKE, FOOL
Despairingover the black-hoofed and -hearted incubiwho plow the world over and under,I asked my heart, “Why do you fight?Why pave a way for peaceor arm the true for war?Why dredge to clear a rivulet?Why drudge to cultivate some small, good crop from a tiny acre?"The priding-horde and its armies rape utterly,their fingers grasping, groping, grabbing, garrotingthe smallest of soulsthe faintest of lightsthe sweetest of breaths.They gulp life-blood,wipe their mouths on the backs of their unwashed hands,and bellow, “I’ve done no wrong.”
And the people love it this way.
These gods' disciples hand over minds and willsand the will to mindin exchange for entrance to the abattoir--because look how everyone marches:happily they lemmingquietly-- mind your own business;bottles fixed at their lips,filled with hell’s animus-- tastes sweet, try it, little one.So the killing house houses our children too.
Get woke,Fool.
ButI encountered a written accountfrom 900B.C.And I heard the deep and omnipresent Truthwhisperthat all of human timehinges on the volte-facethat linksB.C.& A.D.
Each trumpeted, brutal tweet,and deceitful, snowballing, published lie,all of the holocausts plotted on the politic calendars of the gods,heaven and earth catalogue in one Holy, indelible chronology:each time-stamp resonates according to His clock,recalling in black and white numeric finalitythe death and rebirth of Him--the Son,the Lion,the Author,the Alpha and Omega,the KING of all the kings,the LORD of all the lords--to whomeveryknee will bow.
Their moment will comebecause His moment cameand He comes again.He will judgeand He will answerand their cheeks and noses and lips are crushed against the Factannounced 'Anno Domini'with every lie they lodgeupon the time-fixedworld.
My heart will not despair, for He will performabundantlyincalculablyinvariably every crusade and trifleHe said He would.And He will siftthe yet-alive and the forever-dead.He will restorethe brokenheartedand bind up every scarring wound,settle every cheated score,remove the scourge of earth,and heal His own.
Until he comestime ticks.Every second,the thunderous clapof a lightning boltetches into eternity:THIS LONG SINCE CHRIST.
Not one knows how manyor how fewbreaths morewill tick tick tick awayuntil timestops.
Get woke, Fool.