Unintended

We live in a world where it is quite simple
To withhold information...

Persuaded to feed delusions,
A specially designed destruction,
And yet,
Nothing more than a relentless cycle,
Perpetuated by the enticing mantra,

"Sever yourselves from dependence,
In doing so, you shall have success,
All you need have worry of,
Is proclaiming your repentance,
Succumb to your yearning for
Forgiveness in the sinful state..."

All of this,
In spite of never knowing truly,
If the act you carried out is worthy,
of forgiving in the first place.
Not to mention,
worth remembering...
What might be worst than automated acknowledgment,
Is the complete denial of the human condition.

Is this truly where our godly master would have us end?
Submerged by the innate shame,
With nowhere to repent besides the house of spirit,
Only to bring us back to the tears
We surely recognize...

How may we,
Explain to our fellow species,
Power awaits our command to be manifested,
Remitted and redistributed,
                    Displayed and practiced,
By the harnessing of ensuring forces...

Entirely free of senseless judgement.

See,
Though your slurs may reference my name,
I could never take offense.

When you look this direction with violence in your gaze,
You have already lent a clue to your condition before words were cast.
Therefore,
Since all of this was never personal to begin with,

All that should sensibly live is acceptance.

For how could we even begin to convict,
Without first realizing the contradiction of
Such intentions,
Seemingly intended,
Out of a shear cry for attention.
A cry,
For which we can surely trace the origination.

I love you in all your frailness.
Might we mend each other's sorrows once again?
Like we once did when all that stood before us was luscious land.
When we could not afford to be selfish,
When we were blood by respect.
Bound to the vegetation,
Bountiful,
The seasoned horizons,
Interchanging,
Challenging our plasticity.

We were once one.
But as of late,
I fear you may have forgotten...