Apt Ardor

Leave the man;
And who says he stole?
Abandon torture and play your role.
In the medieval era they tied you to a pole.
Who says he stole.
Modesty is our only goal.
We don't have to be savages.
God doesn't try and Lucifer manages.
That sly devil is still mobilized and butchering for damages.
And wishes on us a drought that ravages.
A plethora of herbs, yet they doubt the resurrection.
The agitation of the downtrodden will culminate in an insurrection.
An insurrection of the great ones which precludes perfection.
I turn away from the world and of hope there develops an accretion.
Who is he who intercedes without our Lord's permission?
We have to let loose before materialism becomes perdition.
And put a stop to wars of sects and of attrition.

Life is a revolution and the reign is the cure.
The knight of optimism must be proper and pure.
Being is a sensation and nothing can be pure.
Gratitude is a universe; be sure to take the tour.
The creed of the just must be sacred and sure.
The testaments are new but tolerance is newer.
The truth and only it;
I advise discretion to the reviewer.
To saturate or to capitulate is the dilemma of the brewer.
Freedom will glitter and my soul is imbued.
Your submission availed nothing; be sure to be rude.
Whether you lean right or left, oppression is horrid and crude.
Let your guard down for only diversity can intrude.
The ego will mask and change will denude.
Patience will strengthen and hope will delude.
Jesus will return for the love that has accrued.
The world gets better with the confidence we exude.
We cannot run away from what God has endued.
Suddenly, we are attracted to what we previously eschewed.
Eternity is unkindly long for those whose vision is skewed.

Lose yourself in selflessness and find yourself in aptitude.
Know yourself for that is the right attitude.