Good Friday on my Mind

The partiality we have been accustomed to since crazy homo-sapiens
who neither have concern or purpose demolish our aspirations.
The agony which results is avoided as many unknowing legal aliens
are hoodwinked into complacency with misleading misinformation.
The state of affairs has irritated the reasoning of pensive theologians
who ponder the resolution of humanity’s precious warranted welfare.
Deepened in anxiety is the majority as they peer into the implosions
while the rubble heightens blurring the vision with the doctrinaire
attitude deceiving the common good with its proposed pseudonyms.
The apparitions lurking under the latitudes of the delicate debonaire
will resurface tipping their green beret in their particular collusion.
The misinterpretation of good intentions plagues the trustworthy
who venture their journey into mystic realms as we become aware
of the profound images of serendipity which rejoin the earthy.
The gorgeousness of the inner beauty of a blooming blossom
liberates our souls from the woeful doldrums imposed upon us.
The artificially-intelligent Pope has again expressed his ignorance
by exhibiting his narcissism with a pontifical joke. Without mirth he
trumpets heathenry and sacrilegious blasphemy with a vengeance.
This Ebeneezer has cashed in his bitcoins for further thievery
from a gullible clan of capitalistic dreamers like sleeping possum.
Poor Pepé Le Pew has stunk up the works with his amazing trickery
leaving Polly Purebread praying for more than two dolls for Christmas.
Creaming the Boston Pie will regenerate the Yankee’s extraordinaire
as Norman Perceval Rockwell paints on his canvas lovely hickory
trees burgeoning forth as Nature displays his Lust so awesome.
The Transcendentalists of the early 19th century manifest their witchery
as all iniquity vanishes through the prism of Polly’s maidenhair
swirling like Rapunzel to declare freedom of profound expressivity.
Through the courageousness of outspoken truth tellers the caution
is long begotten while the celestial spirits conjure receptivity.
As He uttered his dismay to the poor souls beside Him His compassion
for our misgivings was the obvious message of our sacred Saviour.
On Calvary Hill the clouds parted as his life’s pulse in a heartfelt passion
was temporarily stilled as the skies rumbled with injustice in mystery.
Hypocrites stood with reverence reforming their stinted behaviour
returning at Pentecost to profess their faith no longer ensnared
in Skull and Bones or Masonry blessed with humanism and sanctity.
The blunders of the power hungry have existed since Merlin’s Excalibur
stupefying the Dragon as his fire exterminates in smoke. The periphery
of the infidels of greed will never satisfy the appetites of billionaires.
So risen is our counselor innocuously wandering until the lioness prepares
to enrapture His glory transporting his Excellence to ultimate divinity.
These our my inspirations as the children believe in this glorious fantasy
irreproachably virtuous with their innocence under our firmament in dignity.