The Concubine - Shape Shifter

man corrodes,
rusting as towers crumbles,
society fixated on wealth and power,
industry and success, false ideals-
our honors, shall lead to self sacrifice,
they mean nothing, our struggle,
and prepare we must-
ignorant text regurgitated,
we drink it like alcohol,
drunk off our own innocence,
hallucination, dancing like misled puppets,
lynched upon rotten strings-
our ancestors rot,
man, a failed experiment-
tribulations of hatred and desevration,
laughter from the heavens,
convulsions of our Christ, the shape shifter-
hope-
perverting purity and innocence,
he is the shape shifter