Ho low, he crept down ferreting the earthen hollow. Skulking usurper, teething seraph’s entrails- He supped and supped from the red river’s cup, Till the puckered sac set agape and the germ was laid. Perpetual stain, rounding the sallow opening, To the tunnel once pristine, Where he left, the wastrel chained.
Why don’t you let the hammer of god rain down on me; The gibbet tied tightly in your bloodied fists~ Why don’t you take the mallet so, heavy; Made from the old hickory that stood behind our privy, And hack and hack till my brains smack. No more to torment you. No more to sully the purity of your low hanging vine, Of your sweet Christ wine- Of your hymnals sitting as brethren on the pews sublime.
To think is absolute freedom- To question is to shine. These things professed as unmitigated truth, Now rot and twist are stamped divine~
The call of so many voices pursued me, Out of the darkness you consumed me. I ran till my breath nearly broke, And your god became, what he was, unmasked. His teeth shown bared emitting bracken flares, Within the vacuum of his oracular tomb. His hammer is his tongue, his teeth are the blade, Serrated edge ripping me to shreds.
In the blaspheme, in the sour bilious breeze, The hammer sounds, the tree is felled -I am free.