Dismissal of the missives cast
and like a feather scarf's contrast
the sacred words taken to own
are powerless against the throne.

Here--I challenge ye to fence--
an epee or epopee
or do you know the difference?
I doubt it much--you make no sense.

Your words have rhythm and they rhyme,
but lack intelligent design
and I could dismiss all that
but you lack the creative tact

of even scores--Gematria.
Google that. I'll wait for ya.
Dismissals of what you do not know
will be the lessons of zero.

For words you cast aspersions on
were written long before the songs
your words allude to, like the gong
of taoist chant of runes you cast

in syllables, in beat of skin,
drumming psalms of sacred sin
without the breadth of difference
of understanding wisdom's bent

scales...you talk reptilain
as if a Babylonian,
conversing with the Persian wits
with Aramaic and Sanskrit

version of the truth be told
in the true Hebraic code:
don't dismiss what you don't know--
and beware of boas, those,

are seeded in Carduceus
with pagan roots pre-dated, thus--
a sign of healing, Mercury,
spat across the skies in seed

leaving herbs, and fruit that yield
the benefits of all that heal
left to women gathering
as men go off to war.

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