Day Old Hate

There’s a rage and a hate.
Born from man’s disdain.
A parallel beauty,
To that of Pandora’s wrong doing.
Nations falter and cease.
Their supposed Gods…
Destroyed with utter ease.
Such kind heart compassion…
Relinquished,
A tale once spoken,
Analogous, the garden of Eden.
Blindly, I follow not,
Influenced upon no such grounds.
I need not your acceptance.
Nor your petty approval.
Who I am, defies your laws.
Matters of right and wrong…
According to what…
Suites similar to your own cards.
I need not hear…
Your words of ignorant rants.
For they are pledged with blasphemy and sin.
Hold your tongue,
you insolent loon.
fool be you, to pride yourself.
oh, but a foully life you've lead.
You know not of what you speak...
Matters in which,
You govern and permit....
Christen yourself,
With such entitlements and ways.
Hypocrite you surely are…
For you do not live,
with goodness in your heart.
True humble beauty,
Comes not from believing…
Nor proclamations and on doings.
There’s grace found within,
the acknowledgment…
Of death’s tender kiss.
Faith in humanity.
Honest and sincere being.
Understanding and knowing…
Is only part of living…