Credence

Vernacular of the gods

Your words sting like anaphylaxis

The search for something cynical

has bred us as its socialized skeptics

If you are afraid of being sentient

then it's time to run this fever

words deeper than you meant

Now, nothing in this world is a hundred percent

except heartbreak, earth's rotation, and impending death

Soon all that money will buy you

is sex

but you can get that for free too

They say war has no heart and it's carrying a gun

but that we will know peace once it is done

So you better run...

You have something up your sleeve

and I don't trust

the way people always leave

Blood poisoned from birth

fated to live half a life

If living is what you can call

this glass bottle mentality strife

Repeated history book pages

Illustrations of your days gone by

A ruptured hold on faith

more dilated than the pupils in your eyes

I can't set you free

from manufactured ropes

you sewed into me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Great logic in this poem.
"Now, nothing in this world is a hundred percent
except heartbreak, earth's rotation, and impending death
Soon all that money will buy you
is sex
but you can get that for free too"
The above line is true. Nothing worthwhile is free. I liked the closing lines. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote