Ode to Ontology

Weaved into warfare is worship of weaponry

Wherein the warriors wielding their wickedness,

Wreathed in a ruthlessness, rife with a wretchedness,

Reach for the route that can rewrite their reckoning.

 

Personal patience is painfully primitive.

Patriots pray for the pressure to pass them by.

Typical teachers with tenure will testify

Time will soon tell, but it’s timelessly tentative.

 

Molding to meekness, the marvelous mystery,

Marked by the man who is master of mattering.

Holding to hazardous humors of happening,

Heavenly habits are hidden in history.

 

 

 

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