My Poetry - The Original Black Sheep

I am the original black sheep

I am the one you view as weak

But my spirit can't be beat

And I will not retreat

I am the ugliest duckling

And I've got tiny wings

But you're never going to win

You're just arguing for nothing

In the end you can pray for me

And I can pray for you

But it doesn't really matter

Cuz it's not up to me or you

So why all the drama?

The hypocrisy of it all

None of us are right

And we're all going to fall

 Get off of your high horse

Stop telling everyone they're wrong

Pull that plank out of your eye

Stop trying to fuck us all

 Hypocrites and liars

Schemers and deniers

"Do as I say not as I do"

With a big grin and a "Howdy doo!"

 Mind rape; blind rape

I offer my other cheek

To the world and its people

Aim your arrows at me

 I've lost the will to care

This world is too much to bear

Speaketh, I shall dare

And risk the slap and evil stares

But I will not be silent

My words, though few, will be heard

And though the dark, it beckons

My heart will be pure

INFORMATION:

Drew the image on 7/15/2020.

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING: This goes out to christians and manipulators of the Word of God. Think Westboro Baptist. Think of the religions and churches that used the Bible to condone slavery and racism, just as WBC uses it to promote hatred against homosexuals. Or to the certain pastors that say feminism is evil. This poem says that we're all fubar.

My Poetry - Virtue

You turned your back on the world and forgot yourself

The 40 days and 40 nights became a 7 year itch in a prison cell

You hide the monster inside but it cracks the surface

And it claws at your soul, no heart left for purpose

An empty space where your heart used to be

You've become the asshole you never wanted to be

Now you're stuck in this life of commiserating

The blackened heart, once beating, now lay dormant; a pity

Exhausted; you spend every moment breathing

Fire and brimstone your unlikely heaven

But when darkness consumes all that you see

Then darkness controls everything

The devil, he smiles as his plan comes to fruition

An apple a day won't keep Death at bay

Eve couldn't resist and she had perfection

Mortality's grip on a God-given day

The struggle of life; a righteous passage

Is death our only escape on this narrow path

Frailty is a virtue in this broken world

It's our only hope in a world gone cold

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING: - If you think I'm critical of others, you should realize that I'm also very hard on my own self as well, for I know I have a whole boardwalk of planks in my eye. This poem is all about self degradation, turning that critical eye on myself.