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little chrysalism
little chrysalism
it is time for me to
wake up, again,
wielding a lance
in my brain,
particularly sure that
God will help
thru the rain
we hold back
(against each other),
or against our foes,
menpleasers
as leaders, as
the story goes
but it's unwise, being true
would be the hardest,
with liberal culture
upholding liberal thoughts
and ideas about
the world, the matrix,
the social facts,
and NPC bots
because who are we to
judge, you may say;
but didn't you know humans can
judge angels themselves
—look closely
are we to partake in
wrongdoing eternally
or do we have an idea
what a truly wrong idea
is—in Christianity?
now you can see,
why there are "what ifs"
—there are many
in every conflicting ideal,
comeuppances,
like an aubade lovers' ordeal,
is justified by happenstances
nothing so concrete
as the tawny sky,
when we have always
said fairwell and goodbye
let me drink up to that,
while staring at my
imaginary Japanese engawa
and as I crunch my abs
while doing fasted exercises
as if it is all about stamina
is it the weak over the weaker,
or lovers becoming more of men pleasers?
I just ought to know what's it for
perhaps it is inessive, nothing
to contain it, innerly, how to value more
than supposedly finding another
two self-contained, self-confessed people
perhaps unified by whom we could refer to above
but what if, yes, there are "what ifs",
we do not know what's there in what's called pure love?
