Israel in me

Isaiah 1:2-3 

² Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth!
For the Lord has spoken:
“I have nourished and brought up children,
And they have rebelled against Me;
³ The ox knows its owner
And the donkey its master’s crib;
But Israel does not know,
My people do not consider.”

Expectations crumbling … results engrained in a habit

How long does it take to make the odd normalcy?

Surely not a generation or even years as such

Habits form very fast like a grasp for indecency

Creatures are formed daily without experimenting

Propaganda does its work with designed certainty

It seems in every way it’s worth documenting

with proof in all the dorks to be a growing entity

How much am I susceptible to … how quickly make a change?

To twist my perception into an art-form beyond my control

Am I that predictable and so quickly deranged,

that in my inept-ion I’m crushed like a chunk of coal?