Yet Your Flesh Chose Satan

Yet Your Flesh Chose Satan

Life has become an intoxicating sequestration

Manipulated minds succumb to atrophy

Dreams have turned to nightmares

Newspeak crowned the diction of the new dialectic

Freedom has found comfort in shackles

Toxic tethers have stilled the womb's resurrection

Fear's disciples find ease in venerating silence

Humanity castrated by a veil of evil

You thought the normalcy of life would never end

You thought the good times would remain good

You thought little of what really mattered

You thought, but you did not think

Did you think politicians to be traitors

Doctors as morally resistant spectres 

Media as messengers of maniacal commentary

Prostelgzing pawns preaching apostasy

Now you are scared and confused

Now you have no-one or nowhere to turn to

Now your friends have become fiends and foes

Now the apothecary is empty of solutions

Welcome to Satan’s Ball

A gala hosting the multitudinous Mask-querading fools

A dinner filled with sumptuous melancholy

And, a closing ceremony to honour your chastisement

Your soul sought life

Yet your flesh sought evil

Your soul sought eternal enlightenment

Yet your flesh chose Satan

Thank you,

Joseph Pede