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The Thunder of David #68: In the Fifth Tone

No longer let our voices fall to a whispering
march of death. Jam your baritones and
inflections through songs for a god gone
dead

Make the earth shudder under your footsteps
as you let the wind take the pages like
a flickering flame

Make your presence known through the howling
sleet and rain - scream in the faces of distorted
kings, spit on their robes and shit in their eyes

Cast your fury like the waves and witness the smoke
of god vanish in the shadow of a cat, feast upon the
words that wither like the grass

Smear the self indulgent prophets in sweat and mud,
drown the child of the Euphrates and piss on his
holy stone

Go horse in your burning wrath, sodomize wretched
Isaiah, suffocate him in the wallowing tears of Job,
let the blood of your hatred flow like wine

Drink of your consummate supplication steeped
in rage and disgust.

Let it sustain you to shake the pillars
and columns of his temple to the ground

Dictate your commands and bask in the boundless
power your existence brings to bear upon the weak
and know you and the fake god you hate

are one.
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Kent said…
This is easily your best poem this year.
April 7, 2010 at 4:15 AM
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