O’ Lord
That is on high and in the deepest depths
That rescued our meandering development
And set to point our future
Your mercy is great and your love greater
The air before us is still breathable
The water beneath us still drinkable
Thanks to all your wondrous grace
Thanks to all you are and spake
It is here with you I find myself
Low and hungry looking for light and body
It is here today we see breach the waters
The head of your dark brother
With body of disparate tentacles
And fingers wrought with wart and hair
Feet without toes unbalanced and stump
His tails writhing causing waves to shore
And at the gulf there stands his whore
With open arms and mouth and tongue out
She stands wailing for his power
A two faced woman
One enraged the other darkened ashamed
Divided in her soul her torso split to show
Her twin children like sharks in the womb
She spits her blood upon the sand
And out of the mud erects a monument
To her demon king
Vaginal phallus long and hollow
Studded with mobile teeth along its edge
It oscillates as that of the ray fish in sea bed
Reverberating her putrid cry through its face
All this to arouse the sleeping giant
His tentacles pulsing with black blood
As his head swells
She wades into the water to crown the man
With wreathes of dead children
Their hands cut off and their legs sewn
Their upper bodies flail from the ring
Still bleeding over his eight closed eyes
But opens the ninth above
Flanked by six yellow horns
And with a blow from his nose
Rushes a wind that tares down trees
And poisons streams
Finally their embrace sparks cataclysm
And the world bends to their mercy
From her tongue spews the inversion
Of your cherished words
Forgotten was your body on that lone tree
But for a few
And I am not among them
In your chambers and your bride
I am outside a watcher on the window
Farthest from a saint having tarnished soul
And darkened mind I sit and await turmoil
But watch with loving eyes
As your children come home to you
Those far away nations and the first born
My figure disturbs them and the demons
My speech confounds them and uplifts
Through your gifts I am granted position
But through your door I never entered
A wretch until the final battle
Engraved in stone
With torch and spear I await their tides
Over the horizon marches their rank
Disorder and malice pollution and hate
With eyes cut out replaced with lens
And hands cut off replaced with guns
They have no way to grasp upon you
And so they wait for the slime to pour forth
In its trail they follow even if it’s shallow
At their charge upon a snake rides captain
A man without flesh lost to his captives
He feeds on their strength
They feed on his image
He begs them to fight without ever asking
And so I see fall those poor inbetweeners
To the forks and bullets of green deceivers
Yanked by chains through the mud and goo
Past the chieftains and priest class
Of the observant few
Those dressed in white with boots of black
Chewing on numbers and puking out facts
Their granted permission by merit of mind
To enforce the decision of government crime
Who stands above them with cages ready
On platforms above made of spite and petty
They call out what is whispered to them
From the greedy
Who sit on steaming piles of agency
But are bound by the tongue of the whore
Lashing and dancing they flit to and fore
With aim of destroying the moment before
Now within the queen erupts her first born
Victorious in battle from killing his brother
Enthroned in hair and nails and scum
He sits soaked aflame on her hidden spot
Behind her neck and upon her shoulders
He cast forth four demons hellish boulders
Which split upon the surface in nuclear heat
Shaking the church and cracking my feet
The door has shut and my wings unfurl
Now I shall sacrifice myself for the world
With brothers and sisters we stand on edge
Of the looming chaos threatening death
From our wretched armour flies
Shots of light down from the sky
As I near the hidden chamber
It’s made clear in horror
The intention was to imprison our soldiers
Within the shade behind the mother
Lurking in ocean water revolting
A labyrinth of organs and veins out of order
Whether centre exists in here is uncertain
Still my will punctures through with purpose
To the bottom of this unholy tree of Judas
Before I reach my intended conclusion
I’m wrapped up in sin and felt isolation
But I know that your light there shines out
From my ghost given up for the age to come
And there you are with your flaming tongue
And open eyes with mercy and love
You dashed that unholiest enemy
And from his corpse set right destiny
And after you dispatched the army
The sea receded and the church uplifted
On a cross grew branches as a ladder
Up to your footrest
The gates of paradise
