Bethena

Enigmatic allegoric statements define how we react to rash actions
By those who take each pulse of the amygdala with a grain of rice
In order to better understand how to whip fear into the hearts of men and
Dominate in the field of emotion, furrowed brows and chapped knuckles
Loose bits of skin define the quirks within, the field of vision scanning who
Spoke the truth and who was just human, corporals of original sin
Paragon of who, what, where, when, but never why, analysis brings candor
Candor can’t do, for candor is truth, the bane of our existence
That man, that group, that lie, that truth, who are you with the ball and chain
Try to explain the reasons behind the hate, the blame, the shame, the programs
We justify with years of perpetually reciprocated pain, insane it seems to me
To be in this regime for untold ages, please do tell time for the masses
Flow of emotions halts to a witch’s brew like molasses, and the only question
I can think to ask is, is it static or enigmatic, did I introduce that repetition or did
It add itself, unsure of myself, shift from shelf to shelf under the umbrella of a
Remarkably self-imposed hell, 10 million stricken individuals with the disease of
Centuries coursing throughout their names like fallen manes the dribbled manna marks
The floor, forgotten stains from unknown times, doubting Zain with sub-par rhymes
Instant Karma, Lennon’s lies, the truth within Gopala’s eyes hides, and hides
And hides