Can rash reality reboot reconciliation?

Can we casually capitulate with no causation?

It seems soul sisters have scribbled our sin

Jotting jaded judgments with policy and pen.

While irritating influencers idealize affairs

Offering ominous oppression as omnipotent heirs.

Declaring dismissal in a dismissive delight

Filling fuel for fire in a pretentious plight.

That sarcastic sour scoffing little lad

In his mind magnificent, but in reality sad.

Concealing callousness behind a venomous veil

Wielding wayward warnings as religion fails.