Societal Geometry

The political landscape
And the chaos it creates
Fractal geometry
The behavior of society
In sacred temples,
Once they prayed
Their statues crumbled,
Withered away
The soliptist of all of us
A man whom Satan could not trust
To kill and die, and to survive
Ending the enemy’s lives
Hyms of solitude
Of servitude
Like mid-winter time interludes
That serve no purpose and no reason
Legislating hate and treason
Against mankind as a whole
The bitter life, the bitter soul
The collective can’t think for itself
Stored in jars upon the shelves
But the individual can
Though most of our minds ran
Away into the endless day
Or night that had been pushed away
Forced to change from difference
Jailed due to inference
But how many individuals are left?
Who from hatred is bereft?
Most individuals are a collective,
Not introspective
Connected loosely by a damaged thread
Hell does not mean to be dead