False Flags And Fissures

Poetry is a performance and I must be meticulous with themes.
Some sacrifice perspective to come up with a meme.
Ideas must be fluid; love, articulate and clear, is the cream.
Africa accepts everyone and we live an idyllic dream.
Man will resent and God will heal.
Challenges are illusory and this rebel can deal.
I live to replenish whatever anxiety steals.
Resilience is my realm and confidence is our seal.
As we march towards bliss, doubt is hot on our heels.
Only the brave will express how they feel.
The righteous will conquer for God has the reel.
Ignorance keeps up appearances to come up with a meal.
Guidance matters and humility will lead.
Obscurantism will die out for that is how it pleads.
Love and tolerance is the remedy society needs.
Happiness must flower with or without seeds.
As we head for the ultimate peril we must enjoy the ride.
Nothing really matters if we are dead on the inside.
I live to fortify the dimension where courage resides.
Patience endears and expediency divides.
Sunrise provokes and sunset sighs.
The perfect rebel must disavow whatever money buys.
Faith invites and obscurantism lies.
In Biblical times there were no ordinary guys.
Peace will revive if war should entice.
The meek continue to inherit as time flies.
God will turn to the nation that cries.
Love endures and materialism surely dies.
Sterile was whatever storm Jesus met.
The Church hasn't mooted Jesus yet.
The nihilist thinks to pay at once Jesus' debt.

Confidence must win when obsequism bets.