I woke up knowing the burden of great weight, brought
by the sins of this world
A great ether that dance by itself, emanates
infinitely into the belly of galaxies
Waves descend, crushes the tiny intellects, possessed
in the immediate fixated brains of ape
Reading Apes, shooting bullets of love to end themselves, jump
in boyish titillation, ripple the pool of blood
Howl, Howl, overwhelms little whimpers of guilt, arise
triumphant the valiant idol of memory everlasting
Preaching on a mount to the bowing knaves:
Thou shall not know but live in thy charge;
Thou shall place hope;
Thou shall not feel but live in tomorrow;
Thou shall be joyous;
Thou shall obey and never question;
Thou shall abide trust.
And Thus,
made the Sins Of This World
When thou art perpetually not kin but exploitable foe
Crumbling the lowly order of this newly garden, crowns
a deathful chaos to rule in the soon of silence.
