Veil: The hidden face behind the facade
Of all rulers and pruney moneymen, in decades and centuries decide to rule the world, for them, by them, and of them
Duping
Coalescing all that is tangible, perceivable, and recognizable; all spirits end underneath a tree of luxury, robust imagery, and a priest who jails the priestess in the form of the divine. Nations are women but yet ruled by men, destroyed by men, unearthed by men to drink all the golden nectar for themselves, warring the farcical pride and playing with people’s emotions.
Is someone watching the tentacles drill, and dig out blood, bones, and porous flesh, of warring frontiers and dilapidated structures? For Kings and alternative kings alike, make their private goal, a public business. Back by the Priesthood to provide sanctions and utter dismay. The noise of reason eats up the farcical beliefs, no ifs in the crease, nor in the body of moving schisms.
No buts in terrain to mark disdain, of profiteering that has reached deep neck cosmos, of all the worries that have let the child starve, grasping, and fading. When the power infuses with stagnation, so is religion, the Papacy unfurls and curls to project and produce Reformation. Reformation of all kinds, in grinds and hinds of the bloodlust armor, taking down all evils by the thrust of truth.
Brute does the heavy breathing, toppling feudal structures, subinfeudating people with no clarity and girth in-depth, Inept making all things blue and enchanting. For a life of fixate, slavery is not bravery, a life of debauchery is not treachery, don’t let morality be defined as integrity, and slavery is something to happen in perpetuity.
Control
Do not let others define the world that you build, in guilds, a form of expediency that Buddha did to protect himself from the allegory of supremacy, Brahmanism, an ism that centers knowledge, bondage, and severe tutelage as it asset difficult to curate. Like all changes happen with the state in ill fate.
The Hounds bark in dark penetrating forests and the sliver of light pass as a beam to light their deadly teeth, too sharp and edged enough to kill men of all kinds, in heavy binds, percolating in severity, of trying to paint alacrity, of all seasonal duplicity, marks a new terrain of abysmal prosperity, the rise of a Capitalist treasury.
For Buddha’s guilds churn classes and masses, and his trying to dethrone the supreme of the isms failed. Devoid of permanent stable relations, the rise of concourse in the King’s feet, lay hidden in this unnerving wreckage of equality. There rise no border difficult to attain. With salt and grain, you can capture the world’s terrain.
Of localized strength in cold-blooded events, the mass were a ruptured heathen, while the pseudo kings worked for the brethren. The offices shift, an agency painted, now the power play happens behind the curtain, just like the inequitable Renaissance where both did the deed, yet rationalists had more reading space than Romanticists who preach love and empathy.
Not a cry of sympathy and overhauling concern, but sympathies are painted. Emotions being arm twisted on screens to sell and grill the old frail woman, Where darkening potions of Coke submerge her drinking water reducing it to levels she cannot imagine. She will die wearing out her bones and voice, being dug underneath the very farm she has lost.
Cosmic Context: This poetic musing talks about class conflict and how the shifting of powerplay has happened between religion, kings, political parties of the modern state, and capitalism of a crony kind. This also talks about societal upheavals, how Renaissance and Reformation in both the Orient and Occident (eastern and the western nations) channelizes a spree of supra-natural classes that practice a different terrain of class. Because of resistance Buddha’s guilds did not take over the then-kingdom states. But, in the Western world, a concoction was planned that has built few men in the epoch of wealth reigning at the top, the economics got designed in such a way that the working class shall forever be inferior to the much-privileged classes.
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