Beautiful Words

A sloth has a vision of itself
Takes up a suit of shining armor
Begins to spout its beautiful words above and below
Who will listen?
The roaches did listened
From the roaches came the rats
From the rats came the boars
From the boars came the hyenas
They listened
They all did listened
They listened to the words of the Shining Armor
They heard every particle of every piece
Claiming these words to be truth
Claiming these words to be the ordained
Well polished
Well groomed
False?
Impossible.

The Shining Armor is our Knight.
The Knight is our Savior.
The Savior is our God.

These roaches
These rats
These boars
These hyenas
Profused themselves
Claiming “what is ours”

God has sent us to do these deeds
The deeds that are the truths of all
Who have we wronged?
The bloodshed is fated
For it is the truth

The Truth has forgotten and left behind its wasteland
The Truth has forgotten and left behind its corpses
The Truth has forgotten and left behind its crippled
The Truth has forgotten and left behind its sickness.

The sloth had a vision of itself
Took up a suit of shining armor
Began to spout its beautiful words above and below
Who would listen?
The Roaches did.
The Rats did.
The Boars did.
The Hyenas did.