What They Praise

As a sapling I was lessoned to behold with reverence and awe the pretensions and conventions of the cross.

I was taught to respect the weapon of the law and regard as truth the lessons that were taught.

But as I grew a bitter discontent within me grew.

A striking and inveterate discontent within me brewed.

It was sovereign contempt for what they spewed for I knew that I should not regard it as the truth and it rose.

And I chose to expose my disrespect and my scorn for the crown of sacredness that adorns the ideologies and predilections they adore;

their emblems and their romantic versions of our forefathers’ bloody excursions of yore;

Their norms; Their mores founded on the ancient fears of yore.

So I said FUCK THE LORD.

And fuck the biblical encyclicals that men have used to wage their fucking wars.

And I was like many of you – branded a miscreant and a mischievous deviant and sorely reprimanded.

And though I’ve paid for my defection from convention to this day, I say

Fuck the principles they praise.

What they praise,

And what they preach.

What they’ve made,

And what they teach

I view with rage and see as deceit.

I denounce their religion and their system of beliefs.

The process of socialization and assimilation they look upon with reverence and dedication.

They conception and indoctrination of the next generation they find to be cause for joyous celebration.

But I view their pillars and foundations with a bitter and disgruntled contempt and boiling hatred.

Their institutions and their congregations they uphold as professors of truth for the shapeless youth to have faith in.

But I view their institutions and their congregations as a vile imputation and a source of my consternation and depression.

Society is made up of contracts between individuals motivated by selfish intentions.

And the lessons of the school masters to me are fodder, training little girls and boys who will grow to be mothers and fathers

who will impute their views on the next

and for this chain of propagation I possess a poisonous contempt.

The unfolding of the human story to me is bleak and painful but to them is a picture of magnificent glory.

They cling to their pride and they cling to their ideas of their gods in the sky.

Their confederations I despise.

By “they” I mean the teachers of the learning institutions;

the disciplinarians who manage the task of disciplining pupa.

by “they” I mean the elders who cling with inveterate prejudice to the ways of yesterday and who expect that you and I do the same;

those who salute the self righteous slaughter of their forefathers’ crusades.

I mean the appointed authorities who preside over the majority and who decide what’s appropriate;

The politicians – the appointed leaders of society; the masters of propriety.

I mean the arm of law that enforces the scriptures and doctrines of a world that I find in my heart to be rotten.

I mean your neighbors.

I mean those waiting for a fucking savior.

The mother modeling here offspring’s behavior.

I mean your government, celebrities, secular humanists, average joe, the status quo,

parents, peers, “them”.

I mean the vast majority of humans that I’ve ever met.

I refuse and rebut and refute and renounce and denounce and repudiate every fucking thing that they praise.