Imaginary Jesus
Whose always there to please us
Confined to dissolve our cognitive dissonance
Our refuge relation
Our affirming sensation
Our utter deprivation
of self-expression
Spoken in His name.
Arbitrary morals
The culture’s deceptive florals
Smelling so sweet, but grown solely from rotting flesh
Our burdensome wisdom
Our incomplete system
Our forceful piston
Pushing us to fall in line
Acted out in His name.
Where is the balance
Of reason and freedom
Of real relations and forgiving friendships?
Why must the Word be fake
Or only seen from one man’s take?
Reality is found in humility of the mind
And forgiveness is found in humility of the kind.
But how does one find
the peace of mind
to ever be truly kind?
