We Are The Heathens

We are the heathens,

Removed from the rest of the righteous parishioners,

Left to cast their own stones.

A reading from the hymnal,

                The whole world seems to be centered around you.

Struggling with delusions,

Of simply existing and realizing that none of us

Are the chosen one.

A reading from the hymnal,

                Let us not choose anyone, for we are the one.

A parade of symptoms,

Marching onwards to the ending of the beginning,

Like a vortex we are sucked back in

A reading from the hymnal

                It’s all for not, less we forgot, just be pure.

Vision of the entire full circle,

There is the epiphany that all is calm and we

Create the chaos that never existed.

A reading from the hymnal,

                It all will be alright if we leave it be.

                We can be of harmonious virtues.