back door hallway entrances
to Disney-esque rides
stretched faces
hilarity, noise
mockery
eerie state of unreality
within this nightmarish universe
a revolution churns
roaming the elongated hallways
hovering behind the torture
an old book is sighted
illustration of a medieval knight and lady
leading an army
"battle, war, fight"
words sickening to my ears
and to the ears of those
overtaxed by Christendom
glorifying violent victory
"not a battle of flesh and blood,
but of principalities"
this unseen war
lies beneath all aggression
behind every physical fight
behind prostitution,
gossip, torture,
top-heavy corporations,
ridicule, exclusion,
human trafficking,
behind every government in the world
beneath all
lies power, greed, lust,
pride, dominance
behind every seemingly obvious evil
there is the root of that evil
also at the core of every one of us
though we may deny
sick, i am, of all this talk of war,
slaying "the enemy"
killing "them" off
"they" will never be completely removed
governments will remain corrupt
abuse will rage on
we'll still reject one another
until the miracle
of the death of everything
brings life to all
i burn to see the secret revolution arise
not in the form of battle
of blood
of killing
but in facing and slaying our own demons
learning the ever agonizing,
sacrificial way of love
then, only then, can we see a bloodless war won
like the Berlin Wall coming down
riotous
joyous
unreal
nonviolent
complete
Currently watching : Sunset Boulevard
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