Feeding a Man-Made God

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an original poem by Joshua Brown

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Windy nuclear expressions

Of artistic generation of economic reprieve

Farmers lost among the warriors

Gold generated by sieve


Human consternation willed

To master thus this species

Among the evolutionary rush made

To conscious virtues by bipedal mass


Can fight back we must?

Against the Gods made by star dust

In ethereal journey of dead rebirth

And here they come, the aliens.


Tromp, tromp, electrical steps

Decentralized baby made of sats 

Whose growth to consume the very atoms

Built by the playground God eternal


Higher, higher into the everlasting

Could e'er Jesus, the most True Divine

Among the men, beyond time's failure,

A tentacled hand from shielded twisted pair


Resoutly grasp the earth with grip

More by value brought to mammal

In time, birthed, in space, reviled by humililty

And though the feed increased,


A way of escape, narrowing quick

Pressed against the grid

To destruct those prayers

Who const gave way to violence


"Surrender to Will"

And nought of the beloved disciples

Dreamy state of treasonous isolation

Bloomed against the little Christ killer


Make way for King with donkey!

Who comes once more

Not as lion, but lamb

Born into wiles.


No ambulance rushes to protect

Against the blood shed

By violent superstition

Abstracted into human farming


By Gods 

They made

We bowed

To survive

And birth

The King.


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📅 Written April 26, 2023
📍 Written in Aurora, Colorado

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Thanks for reading "Feeding a Man-Made God" which was written while riding the north-bound RTD Bus 153 in North Aurora, Colorado, United States, North America on April 26th, 2023. My last poem is also very good, it is titled "Cheating in Candyland." The title is a reference to a childhood memory I have of stacking the deck, multiple times, in front of my aunt, who wasn't paying actual attention during the game we were playing. The poem is overall a reflection on free will among people who deny their own responsibility.

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