Starblind

I woke up today, starblind,
in the shadow
of the pearly gates,
there standing guard
was a heavenly saint,
selling halos and wings
"on special today".
It seems false apologies
are the going rate for
salvation instead of
the damning fate
that we've earned through
our indulgences nearly every day,
cause when it boils down to it
we always find a way
to never front the bill
when there's a price to pay.
You see, the lesson is that confession
is our saving grace,
but zip lipped sinners
never have a thing to say,
when faced with
the maker, the heavenly lord,
they simply shrug
shoulders and forget their flaws
because they "deserve" to be
welcomed with open arms
into the eternal garden
there amongst the stars,
though all we've ever done
is inflict the scars,
made ourselves comfortable
while the masses starved,
lived like kings in these
gleaming glass castles of ours,
on thrones throwing stones into
the human ponds,
sending shockwaves like ripples
through brotherly bonds,
dividing the people
beneath our illusion of god,
staying our hand with a lightning rod
but the truth is we're all
starblind,
mere mortals or not.       

Author's Note

Don't know what it is but I'm in the mood to write rhymes, I hate rap so I don't really understand why, but I guess it's just fast paced poetry so I present Starblind, pretty self explanatory I guess, because everybody has stars in their eyes, perhaps that's why there's so much wrong with society. Ah well, it's an imperfect world but it's the only one we've got. Enjoy.