Soothesayers

To defy, demean your own declared call,
deny foundation in circles you run, to play children's game.
Passionate storm of speakers, the squall of thralls,
Too zealous, jealous, to shout and bout, instigate the flame.

To act, attack, to smile and walk a mile across unknown landscape.
Call it the fire, divine desire, but it still looks like imagination to me.
Poor allusion, delusion conclusion, a soul with malformed shape.
Obscure word, definition absurd, equivocation won't let me be.

Post hoc ergo propter hoc, flock seeks exception to be its rock.
Lies and falsehoods painted in hope, nightshade and smokescreen.
Creatures of habit, seeking the Abbot,
but to their lives' ends they make Him their means.