Q’ing Up

Q’ing Up

They seek to be made holy through the denigration of others,

Baptized in the sins of the worst among them.

Consigning themselves to overweening, overarching avarice,

Stumbling towards the nearest justification they can find.

Lost in the frozen confusion of their unrealized ambitions,

Their anger fueled by the willingness to be lied to.

Searching for clues in bubble gum wrappers,

Satisfied only by the increasingly outlandish.

Constructing frail formula from the ragged ends of mistaken follies,

They imagine new truths discarded tomorrow.

Fueling an anger shared through an imbalanced conduit,

Drinking the bitter dregs they wallow in freely.

Coherence anathema to forgone conclusions,

Rationale a poison to deductions premade.

Conclusions to be enforced through sacred bloodletting,

God granting them sufferance to persuade in pain.

A mob formed from the self-indulgent,

To prop up the monster that they strive to be.

No turning back now from the putrescence they fondle,

All in, they march to an oblivion they can almost see.

What is the cure for a willing unsoundness?

Can they be brought back from the brink of brutality?

Will they hurl themselves en masse at mechanized battery?

Or fragmented finally slink back to fester in obscurity?

Cliff Lake 9/20/2022

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