The Rant of Tyrants
Because days feel heavy
And the world is a slow burn
The mad men spinning.
April upon us
Grey hangs low
The soft rain splattering.
In distant shores
Shells bombing
And children, dying.
Because today
Resurrection, He lives!
While we, like Judas, like Peter
Betraying, Denying..
I think it is only befitting in a world gone mad, that a ruler, and I use that term intentionally, (democratically elected being a joke these days) of one of the largest superpowers in the world, would resort to petulant, horrifying nonsensical rantings on a day no less than the day of the Resurrection Sunday itself.
The horrific irony notwithstanding.
Love boundless.
And while we were yet sinner, He chose to die. For us all.
All.
Sacrifice.
Redemption.
You get my drift?
Begs the question then.
What is the greatest commandment?
As I recall, there were two.
And there weren’t any stipulations/ addendums/ prefixes/ whatifs/who,us?/whataboutery (feel free to add) to those either.
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