like gods clamoring
over who’s right and
silent as a fox–
a ricocheting vein of
already fading hue
represents so much more
than charged ions:
impulse of the earth,
strike dirt in front of me.
flickering white light ,
I watch you confounded.
Call to your brethren
around you: lift your voices as one!
Your enraged stammer is
ten thousand volts of plasma:
I receive your furious screams
amazed as you
paint behind clouds with an impermanent and obvious secrecy.
Lay but one finger upon my skull–
give me just one morsel of your power–
char my flesh and rive my skull,
split these atoms.
I beg you.
Incantation of chaos:
let me have your unending charge
let me direct your uproarious flock–
for lay but one finger upon my skull
and my words will become thunder,
my eyes conduits of your might
casting purifying light as if my soul
were a font of Truth.
Son of Set,
I will raze corruption under your banner of cacophony,
I will destroy barriers of Old,
Planting seeds on smoldering, yet fertile soil–
Truth will erect itself from the ashes of hatred
and my scorn will blossom into their understanding.
Thunderous Child, One with Ravens, Seer of the Alternate, Orator of the Infinite–
God empower this mortal coil,
Lend me your scythe
and your thread,
and I shall raze mountains
and I shall educate masses
and I shall love and cherish my woman
longer than the kiss of death…
I will bring this family into this world
Giving you all the glory…
Lay but one finger upon my head
and I will pave a path fit for titans.