Prince of Peace
Blind protoSun, proto-
Blinds til Sun passes
Explosions dash outward
The dancing of ashes
The cooling of spheres
The void:
[l]ight’s inversion
We should not know this
First [, now and last] was the Word,
Thus the traumas of
[b]irth,
Left my
Mother
To see
Her.
The first I saw God, was His
Light animating
Her face.
Ya[h] hail me [ya] before
You like Lucifer's hounds,
Act as if
You don't know.
Yah dress us before
Ye in Lucifer's gowns,
But they're no fit for we.
See-hee
And comes each
Jester,
A
Joke as
He [she] passes, an’
Says
He’s [she’s] our
“L”eader,
Then reaps Mammon's stashes.
When we point at
Its pattern. <--
Then |
v
It threats to erase us again [again… again…].
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[… again, before, then Tiberius…]
-->
… Then Nixon, then Ford
Then [forget], and then Reagan
Then Bushes and Clintons,
Obam-begets-Trum-n-then:
More of the
Jesters, then
Tiberius fattens…
Tiberius happens...
^
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My Prince, He returns,
Gospel spurs,
Now returns, atop the same donkey
Still no sword or device
Save the Word and a full head of steam…
See-He! He’s now at horizon’s refrain,
Joining
Foes to His wave, to His breeze. He’s
Come to starve
Thee of [w]ars, starve
The[e,] Beast
That's the miracle scheme.
Starving
Ye[,] [w]ars.
Coming to
You
[Now]:
[o]ur
Prince of Peace.
“If you fucking cowards so much as whisper
about peace,
so much as THINK,
you’re gonna wind up on the CIA list.”
And comes each
Jester,
A
Joke as
He [she] passes, an’
Says
He’s [she’s] our
“L”eader,
Then reaps Satan's stashes.
When we point at
Its pattern
Then
It threats to erase us again.
It says:
“Best vote you Blue or you Red,
Best you hate!
Best [y]ou!
Best fall in line,
Fill the void of no shape.
And it’s best that if you don't think.
Best you breathe apathy. And satiate endlessly.”
I’d jerked off on the altar of
[i]mage—
An' that’s not what
It wanted.
See, [see-He, see-He], I'd disengaged,
while Satan wanted [his] Its process of me.
[‘T'il we’re death, ya’ll. Death!]
[Who whoos?
Not me, not
[y]ou,]
So,
Who sees
Her?
Who sees
Him?
Who sees
The
Middle Eastern
Child-- see?!
He’s in danger or a manger,
Or whatever form deemeth He:
Coming to
You
Thou
Thy
[o]ur
Prince of Peace.
Coming to
You
Thou
Thy
[o]ur
Prince of Peace:
In whatever form deemeth He.
Starving
Ye[,] [w]ars,
Starve
[Thas the
Mihacle scheem]
If you fucking cowards
shout about peace NOW,
we’re gonna wind up on the CIA list!
BILLIONS of us!
He’s coming
[Dark fears light]
He’s coming
[Night becomes day]
He’s coming
[Paving the way]
He’s coming
[For]
Our Prince of Peace
Our Prince of Peace
If you fucking cowards
shout about peace NOW,
we’re gonna wind up on the CIA list!
BILLIONS of us!