Thots

Nothing is changed

The senates still corrupt

And the emporer remains insane

And everyday

Is a new strain of slaughter

Supply lines are less protected

Evil on all sides

I can smell the death on your flesh

-- creeping in

Trapped within the twisting fingers of fear

and all I see is you

And that face

Those eyes

Burning like leprosy

I can see you there

Poisoning the air

Prostituting Nationalism

And I want to attack

to rip out your heart and lay your flat on your back

And vomit a world of agony and truth

into your throbbing illness of memory

... and hate guides our way

I long for the icy slap of a belt across my back

for the acceptance of death and blind cave war

The giving sleep of depression

The sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless aggression

Chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples

In the harem tents outside

just beyond the edges I ride

A cycloptic mare into the fires of imagination

Feeding my disease

A river of plagues

I need something to remind me

I am still sinning

That pain is important

That words matter

That healing in possible

That I am not alone in this

Guard the houses

Triple the watch

Maidens, dig up your sorcery

Sirens, sharpen your rocks

You will eat my pain again

Whatever you need

Unite messiah ME