A Trinity

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNrkOh0Sz3A
 
 
A dulling grey concrete that’s laid concretely paved to dull and shape  
That coloured state-of-speech; where, say, that speech is made on pulpits, frames
Of minds do change, so times don’t change, whereby, that state is scribed and states
The blah-ugh, the blah and the blah blah, that, as the one that is told;
The Trinity. Where, in the seats, the audience, in awe of it,
The Trinity, and with that speech, be lording it over the people
That use the building like a school. There, sitting in the corner
Is the orderly organist; haunting fits is the discourse of
The performance of the clergy. One person that, therein, heard these
Words, thinks. And thinks that purpose is, serving male-domination. So
Blurts out, that it, the Trinity, without doubt, lacks divinity;
Although, perhaps unwittingly the person that, now, springs to feet,
To run from those that bring to knees to one, used that to think a feat.  
One male added, as coitus, to one female, there, can equal three
Creatures, or four or five, and so on and so forth, when it is deemed
There’s been procreation. Thus never just ‘‘one plus one equals two’’.
 
This is variety and it’s beautiful as the sky is blue,  
Therein, trinity is as one female parent, one male parent
And their offspring; where, that, might, of “odd” presence, be there, inherent
To everyone. Thus, that of “odd” is unto oneself; this, to spell.
The cross people do wish a hell upon the person, with that spell-
Bound, odd, speech; therein, in the trail, of that person, unveiling veils
Of Mother Nature, a spirit, that can indeed wholly exist,
Is the cross people, now, to look across people, that do look
Less of cross expressions. Outlooks lets that of questioning books
And the writings therein; this took one that had to run for their life,
One that knew the Sun is the light, not a white someone, of a fright.
Now, oddness summoning a lightening with gales of wind, that then frightens
The clergy, as the doors of their fear-worshipped building slams shut.
Couldn’t leave before, now, can’t open it up. People, now, though, know  
No conduct to follow. For a moment, they are hollow like the
Fear-worshipped building; at least, the spoken saying, swallowed, sicked up.
 
A dulling grey concrete that’s laid concretely paved is crumbling. State
Of people, now, means that a way, to speak of, to be and behave
Is needful, except to protest. But speech isn’t said as no/yes;
There’s a third option, indifferent. Beseech that that said can’t oppress
As with words, often there’s differing of opinions; also, some might
Not want to give an opinion. And some can be like a sun light
With refraction by a prism to a mass of light, opinions
Can be like this, and are given of just one thing. Where, the person,
Whom showed nothing is set-in-stone, so to speak, has unsettling tones
Of voice, as they trudge in mud; the standpoint. And there’s no letting go
Of nothing. And no one does something just because some says so, so  
There can be freedom but with that there might be a freedom to hurt  
Others; the reason that, with that, the eyes can be bleeding. And Earth
Shudders, quakes, nigh-on breaks because of the state of the statements, what
Tried to guide humans, fades to dust. It was done in the name of love,  
Yet some protest against protests; therein, such lives, deranged, as such.