Paradise city.

Elijah.

I didn't give it all I had. 

                 I hid myself from who I am. 

So, 

Pride destroyed Gomorrah. 

In the form of 

Megillaholic 

 megalomaniacal 

Pharisees bleeding prophecies and kerosene

                      Shoulder to shoulder,

Burning everything,

          

From written blasphemies,

To,

Screaming heresy, 

on all gods children that didn't quite believe 

the similes and hyperboles that allegedly,

Should,

teach you how to prosper,

       

           metaphysically.

Subtle sorcery surfacing subliminally 

Stimulating our simulacra of   democracy.

                      Sarcastically

Subjugating sacrificial natural disasters,

Created to attack and enslave all

Impostors posturing emphatic schemes to steal the  dreams of their masters.

      While,

                   Behind the scenes, 

       Enlightened 

Restless beings battling fiercely 

     With earth, 

                             Trees,      free thought,

And  poetry,

                                   Among  other things that Beasts dream of with jealousy, 

Like the rarest memory, 

          Discarded colloquially 

Immediately,

Of scarlet leaves briefly on the door step of 

A deserted breeze that danced 

Carelessly,    

         Marking ghosts with pallid white skin turned silver to remember 

Forever,

          The feeling of surgeries done during insurgencies 

       Like 

    When

The tarot reading teller didn't flip a card, 

         just read the tale of death cover to cover. 

                     Then whispered the only path left to life is to surrender. 

To the whims of your destiny