Spiritual Treason

In a world where
Vaginas can be chronicled
And liberation
Was once Symbionized,
It should come as no surprise
To anyone
That even Satan might wind up
Canonized.

Logic has abandoned us,
Or so it often seems;
When waking in a shivering
Cold sweat
Unable to clearly distinguish
Our nightmares
From our dreams.

Topsy has turned turvy
And the West has shifted East,
There is no neon six-six-six
To flash a warning
Of the coming beast.
What's lost is an increase
And he who has saved the most
Will die enjoying the least.

Predictable redundancies
Become forgotten lyrics of a song,
As we realize that
Everything we thought we knew
Will be forever wrong.
A season without reason
To those of undying faith,
I may be guilty of
Spiritual treason.