The Hive Mind - Poem

What’s the point?

We must like pain

We must like suffering

We must like watching others kill themselves,

Outwardly,

Inwardly,

Internally,

Externally,

Even the like.

Tomorrow’s new rights

Is yesteryear’s oppressive religion,

The darkness makes visible the slashing,

The pangs,

The singes,

The bruises

But why worry?

Why fear this?

Why not experience the great pains,

The greatest sorrows?

Why not bury your child?

Why not be denied aid?

Why not be spat on and told you’re worth this much?

We must like letting our aches,

Our hollows,

Our sicknesses,

Our villainy,

Our revenge,

Our suffering

Rule us. Guide us to the one true Believer.

May He who knows of all of our sins,

Bless us the pardon,

The forgiveness,

The rising from the deep,

Hidden and the shunned,

The dismissed as misfit and unjust

Freed from retaliation,

From retribution,

From accountability

Because that’s what you want.

You just want.

All you want is want, and want will want you back and make sure that you always know that want will always love you and that want will always make sure you will be here to continue to supply it with more of want because want wants that,

Want NEEEDS that,

Want only wants what’s best,

Want wants you to know,

The more you feed,

The bigger I become,

The hungrier I get,

The only more serious I become,

For I am here to delineate,

The Great Divider.

The ends to a mean,

Evil is our enemy.

We may describe it, but why does the details matter?

Why know?

What will you believe?

Why would you believe?

If it’s so easy to believe something else,

Why even believe it at all?

What do you really look for?

What are you feeling?

What are you feeling for?

Why are you feeling for it?

What is the point, if

Anyone could be stripped of it?

Why have preferences when there can be exceptions?

Why know when you could know all you need to?

There’s nothing wrong with your frame of mind,

There’s nothing wrong with your line of thinking,

There is absolutely nothing wrong with anything that I do,

My actions are justified,

I’ll prove it,

All my decisions are divinely guided,

I’ll fain ignorance and say I was lead by God,

The Ultimate Decider

May words go through me,

As my body becomes the vessel,

It possesses my ability,

Navigates my discernment

Our hearts, may they stay muted,

For our ride through this life,

Predicates around its turbulence,

And the source from which it came.

So, ask, truly and sincerely,

Why?

Why does it matter?

Why do you feel you need to think?

Why deny the urge to follow?

With the uncertainty,

But certainty in our convictions,

Sell us any dream,

Without a functional mind,

Why pay it to the course,

To the outcome?

Why be focused on the type of pain it is?

Why would it matter?

Did you like it?

Was it justified in your mind well by your rules?

Was your rules fair for you?

Would you like to bend them?

But why think so far?

Why think at all?

When you can follow the flock,

Follow the lead,

So you know who to blame,

So there’s someone to hold,

Just not you.

You don’t need to think,

You need to just do,

Live and let live.

A figment of our imagination,

When control is the goal,

When limits are the game,

And lives will be sacrificed.

A modern hell,

Doesn’t know it’s burning

The flames are invisible,

With the raging and pillaging,

As it rapes and vandalizes,

For nature’s will calls to its beckoning.

An era of truth,

Is our future.

Until then, our present is just a feeling.

The urge to be right vs. the urge to live.

Why think freely,

When you can be freed of thinking?

It’s easier,

Isn’t it?

Why think about it?

Why question it?

You believe in God, don’t you?

Trust in him, yes?

That doesn’t require thinking at all.

So don’t.