The Multi-Pontiff Complex

In hard times, turn to FB for relief.

Oh wait, don't.

I have never known so many gods as have revealed themselves on FB over the past few days. And they must be gods, or at least popes, because they are clearly the definitive authority on what others should do, what others should believe, how others should express their grief or indeed any feelings, how the universe works and the proper way of behaving in any given situation. Just obey them and you will never be wrong - or free. Here's my opinion and that's all it will ever be:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nQ0EGo1KN0

Legend

Once, a shaft of sunlight pierced through hell
loud like a trumpet, gentle as a lamb
or butterfly that dreams of oaken glades
And every penitent locked in the dark
looked at the dancing motes, the glittering beams
And even Lucifer fell to his knees,
his diamonds scattered in the melting ash.
He too prayed, not for day's end or release,
forgiveness, or to spin the wheel of time
back to the sparkling edge of aeons lost
and purity renewed. Not for a crown of stars
and enemies crushed at his feet, not for the world
locked in obeisance to his sceptre's ire,
war-riven. No, all his prayer was
that the spring light might not fade in the deep,
but breathe across the wasteland like a song.
That honeybees might hover and bring life
to petals eaten long ago by dust.
That somewhere,a kind bird, of liquid joy
might spill a note into the cruel abyss,
defy despair and herald paradise.
So all the adversary craved to love
was everything Man broke or threw away
in the pursuit of mediocre dreams
to made himself hell's throne upon the earth.