The Abrogate

 

The Abrogate

 

It spurns the ancient texts,

In them the method of its undoing.

It beguiles,

It incorrects translation.

It manipulates,

Instigates,

It gathers its initiates,

Seductions proffered,

Diversions contrived,

Disciple and novice untaught,

Unraveled,

And fashioned anew.

Adherents to imprecision,

A catechism of flaw professed,

Acolytes and converts to misrepresentation,

They are as energized as any new fanatic,

Adherents to imperfection,

Apostles of decay.

Betrayed of themselves,

Their obeisance is fervent,

Fevered,

Carnal and ecstatic:

They long to burn.

Its deceit complete,

It sets them in the public places,

To proselytize to the unlearned,

To cheat the apprentice and the neophyte,

As they have been cheated,

As they once suspected,

As they now suppress.

It would smile if it knew joy.

It does not.

It is the negation,

The nullify,

The invalidation.

It is the Denier.

From the nothingness it was spat out,

A controvert of existence,

And yet is but does not wish to be,

And still contests its end.

A vacuum composed of rage and blaze,

It refutes being,

And ever loses its strife.

It seeks the weak

To harness their strength,

Because it cannot delude the bold.

It will always hunger,

And cannot be sated,

But can be denied.

The ancient texts tell of its close…

Patience, friends.

 

Cliff Lake 3/11/2023

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