Aristotle’s
Anger
When the
irreverent takes the stand it’s never bland
View the
pews and watch the faithful stand
After
fire came the rain too late, like mocking laughter
Listen to
it reverberate as once more they pander
This
protest against faith, imagination’s lust
Don’t
even try corroborate for there’s hatred for brain trust
They
detest humanness and believe there’s original sin
The
ultimate unearned guilt bin
It’s all
Her will you see, so anger is your fault too
Never
mind the dead angels, they just jumped too soon
No sense
or nonsense, why not, it’s all belief
There’s a
catcher in the rye after all, Holden would smile, oh such relief
Is it
fear or faith that grips, they’re both walls of slips
No matter
how much you climb, emotion is all you’ll find
Never
forget Salem,
that self-destructive town
Where
faith ran amok as New England ran aground
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