Innocence

By: Shawn Kratochvil November 6th, 2026 From the womb we are cradled By The Love of partnership's fruit bearing Dressed in swaddling clothing Our births foretold through woven fate strings Visions' bombardment, a manifestation of blood-stained guilty Corruption. Directed by He, who speaks down to the Creator above, and He, Who, desire the guardian stone of the first prophet below Now we witness the Youth who must grow Quicker than weeds Quicker than any Hare in a race to the bottom of ethical depravity. The tortoise was dashed out, used in a soup by the Coventry who cackle rings our drums in the dead of night, on and on, another timeline rebuked. What lesson is there to bare? A society which renegade's chosen, aimed to "rage against the machine" (NOT the system, nor the Watershed downed plane, submarine, helicopter, missile, the angels, as well?) In less than half a century, the values that buoyed one generation suffocate us, who are left We, who, blameless in facing Him and yet not even our own fathers and forefathers. Take friend against friend. Lover against lover. Brother against brother. Sister against sister. A watch broken through cycles upon cycles of hatred, time driven backwards, to be paraded as moving forward. Innocence, we seek, but may we find it? Closer, and further, than you think But here within when you feel The intertwining of these strings plucked By the master violinist, an instrument only our hearts can hear when our ears cannot Catapulting our souls to this understanding Committing these lives to be forged upon the Altar. So that both Sinners and Saints may revel in each our own, innocence outspun of the thread, that thread of life outdone.