Point Of Submission [ Deictic Conclusions ]

You obfuscate these events as if somehow You have been given pontiffical judgement Might I ask where your source of blaspheme comes and coronates you, evolutions Incubus Perfidation.... is the inevitable consequence When Sun touches down.....for its epilogue You suddenly realize....Science had it wrong And looking up....from your dark black hole All you see is space an' for the very first time You wonder what or Who- made this happen Arrogance an'obfuscation no longer sequitur Judgement now becomes you.....and so I ask What you think it will cost...to save your Soul After, once......you've 'Crossed over Rubicon' More than catharsis to earn yo'r redemption More than a plea......to secure your salvation Nothing less....than your point of submission © MMXIII Frank James Ryan Jr. All rights reserved