How many ways
Will the human race
Find to bring upon
Each other
Pain,
Despair,
Hopelessness,
Worthlessness.

Robbing the
human spirit
of
Joy and Ecstasy
Leaving it an
empty vessel
of scorched terror. 

Here is
a term of
Perverse
Pornography
in the
Epitome
of the
Epiphany:

EXECUTION TECHNOLOGY

How many more
ways will we find
To bring about
Extinction
by
Desecrating
All that is
Sacred or holy?

Life is Sacred. 
Life is Holy. 

Love is not a
four-letter
dirty word,
But blessed
to all species
and all that
is
Divine.

Read the
writing
between
the lines
of the
Prophets
by the
Socrates
of the
Human race.

How can we
fill
Our Souls
with
Love
and
Divine Omnipotence?

When our
Hearts
are full
of
Hate
and
Destruction
of all
that is of
Light
and
Energy?

Can we be emotionally logical?
Moreover, logically emotional?

Placing the
space between
The stimuli
and reaction
Will allow love
to enter
to begin
the circular
motion
of all
that is,

Leaving linear
time behind.

Take me home,
Mother Goddess,
Take me home,
Please take me home!

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Author's Note:

The term "Execution Technology" I heard on the TV the other night, and is partially responsible for the inspiration of this poem/prose.

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