A Man In Rebellion

Written just before my 30th birthday last December.

The red velvet coagulation congeals
This is how my soul entirely feels

Crushed, dejected, life is derailed
Life feels like the permanent jail

Imprisoned with emotions so raw
Maybe a side effect of the great fall

The fall from paradise, fall from grace
Eternally planted on the collective face

No hope for salvation, no hope for return
Just a second death in the fire that burns

Burns forever, a sodium-stressed thirst
And that causes all my anger to burst

Bursting wide open flooding Idaho Falls
And its no wonder that nobody ever calls

And yet they do, feeling guilt by being blessed
Why I’m green-eyed jealous is anybody’s guess

A man in rebellion, a man denying belief
A man in mourning, attached to worldly grief

An atheist in name, a misotheist at heart
Every pregnancy now tears him all apart

Depressed perpetually seeing a pool of red
Life appears pointless, he wants to be dead

Dead once, just the one time only
It doesn’t matter the spouse is lonely

Even though her body malfunctioned
He lost any sense of compunction

He eats a slice of red velvet, bloody cake
He feels himself a malfunction, big mistake

And the concoction runs thickly from the wound
He’s done the world a service, this great boon

No longer a man of rebellion, a man of sin
He decided this race wasn’t one he would win

So much for leaving any kind of real mark
He never really believed in a divine spark

Life is pointless persistence after all
Natural selection made that truthful call