Anubis sits atop a vessel
In the pattern of the Ark of the Covenant.
How the LORD God freed Israel
From idolatry, and gave them a pure law.
For, instead of Anubis,
It is the Reign of God
Between the Cherubim.'
The Curtains of the Tabernacle
Cry out that Exodus was real.
So does the Ark of the Covenant.
So does all evidence prove the LORD Jehovah Jireh,

Fairest of them all,
Do you wish to cause my fall?
Enticed I am in your trap of flattery.
How I would love to be thy friend,
And walk through my paths until the end,
Yet for all you are is all I ever wanted,
You are more dangerous than a Bear or Bobcat
In the woods. The Bear shan't attack
Unless her cubs are disturbed,
And the Bobcat, so long as you nare
Turn your back, you shall be safe.

Our good Father is in heaven
With flaming blue eyes of fire,
And a burnished sienna
Skin, with white light as a vestment
Of purest hue, and wooly hair.
Behind him is a rainbow of
Emerald, and around him are
Twenty-four elders clothed in robes.
Before the throne are Cherubim;
Each with the face of a man, calf
(Which is a cherub's face) Lion
And Eagle, with omniscient eyes.

Fascists on the left of me
Fascists on the right...
QAnon and Antifa
Skull and Guy Fawkes Masks;
The SS thunderbolt and raised black fist.
The swastika and hammer and anvil.

Feudalism, feudalism, it rears its ugly head again.
But, remember my loves, when they pushed too far
The heads of the wicked did roll.

We don't want your reorganizations of society.
Just that Old Glory and Star Spangled Banner;
Our Halcyon memories, we want them for all
And all the new generations.

My good friend, 
My gentle friend,
My stalwart friend
During a time of trouble---

I ate a peach today
And its sweet savorty
Was on my breath like a
Candy, which lingered there long.

Just like the savorty
Of my Cinnamon and
Ginger with tomato
Basil and Oregano.
Just like the savorty
Of the Thyme and Tarragon
In my Chicken Noodle Soup;
Or the Gumbo I make
With the Mint, Tarragon
Bay Leaf, and Three Alarm
Pepper, honey and lime zest.

I was taught to enjoy this.

What I'm noticing
About most explanations
Of basic truths, is
That they don't figure in the
Equalities, just the shapes.

Maybe that's the fundamental flaw in
Our reasoning today, and why few
If any, actually know what is true?

Take one square and take
A line, and cut it down the
Middle. Then do it
Again perpendicular.
See each line segment's a half.

Then, note that the areas of two lines
Is equal to one fourth the square.

Then note 3+4=5 is not
True. But 9 + 16 = 25 is true.
Thus, by square rooting the variables
You incur the dimensions of one dimensional
Lines of a right Triangle.

Also, the quadratic equation reduces
Polynomials to one dimension. 
How? By intuiting the axiom of
Of a square or rectangle, by the three
Coefficients. So that the equation
Breaks down into length and width
And represented by the two factors.
Know that length and width breaks down
To one dimensional lines.
So also, negative and positive
Numbers square into the same numeral;
Thus, also into length and width.

Why P won't equal
NP, is that some NP
Cannot be a square.

I looked at the Pieta today,
And rather than be enthralled
By Mary's beauty, like usual,
Or seeing the chiseled perfection
Of its soft lines, and smooth and polished
Hems... I was disturbed and felt
Like I was seeing the world
There held by Mary in her optically
Illusive pose and stature.
There was something different.
It hit me, as gruesome,
And made me feel uncomfortable.
I saw God's wrath there
In Mary's arm, with the slain Christ
Gazed at by Mary's peaceful brow.
The wrath of God is satisfied;
For there it was, on Mary's lap
And it killed God.

You say I'm trying too hard
Get a job at a warehouse...
Maybe I am. But I'd suck
At stacking boxes, too.

A meme and one conversation
Brought such clarity.
The meme, there were the Silent and Greatest Generations.
The silent generation disciplined their son
And the greatest generation disciplined theirs.
Yet, the next son, turned his back to his father's discipline.
He then coddled his child, so that it painted.
No... those children rampage through streets
Burn down our civilization
And demand that they sit idly...
Not even working like I am, figuring it all out.

Then the conversation brought upon the consequences of this.
A woman, who will remained unnamed,
Boasted of her life.
A child from a divorced home,
She worked such long hours,
She never had a family.
I recall my dad, having put all his time and energy
Into a relationship, and the result was ruin.
She asked, "I see all these women
"Getting pregnant, and living off welfare.
"I wonder if I did anything wrong."

These two things are very related.
It is the milieu we handed down
Found in the latter's dichotomy,
Of a world which rejected discipline
So therefore, could no longer truly love.