Gentiles are not Gentle.

It's not antisemitism - that is, some irrational prejudice against an entire ethnicity/cultural identity, believers and secularists alike - that allows me to still dislike any group of people who DO believe in a religion in which a supposedly universal, all-encompassing God under which we all live has nonetheless chosen them as his favorites, his children, whilst his other creations are no longer of concern to him, do not have to obey his rules, and will never enjoy the fruits of his great wisdom and power in any case; in fact, they are, when interfering with his chosen people, to be explicitly destroyed or driven out of the picture. What kind of incredible hubris within a belief system allows for such a bigoted belief anyway, and why must anyone who it would seek to disenfranchise ever tolerate it?

Pater Noster.

Our Father, who aren't in Heaven,

How low be thy name.

Thy kingdom came, destruction rained

On Earth as it did in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily dread

For trespassing against you

As you sought in vain to trespass against us;

Thy Fury shall not faze us.

For Ours, now, is the kingdom

And the power, and the glory.

For ever and ever, until Entropy take us all,

Amen.

Contagion.

blind, lame

deaf & dumb

seems perversely

maybe I AM the One

but not mute,

not really

for I generate words

constantly

and end up overwhelmed

endlessly

no, not dumb

just jaded

and the whip-poor-wills keep gloating

and fireflies in the reeds keep glowing

and badgers are prowling the hills, knowing

that I may join them soon

in my bid to escape from all this madness

and I'm leaking tears all over

as I run as fast as my bad leg will carry me

away from this sadness

and the coyote knows, and the fox

and the wolf that bays at the curl of silver

on that slate-black morning sky

before the sun has even begun to stir

that I am a fugitive from my kind

and the mountain lions start to purr

for they feel a kindred spirit approach

and as they prepare to dismember me

I just wish no one would remember me

that somehow I could wipe their minds

of all I left behind

and could let me go,

happy to finally be on my way;

maybe even smiling.