In the culmination of esoteric frequency,
I combine the patterns
Of several Sunday dresses;
And reap the deities of intelligence.
Storm crow; a shattered abundance
Of pain particles,
Bathing in blue black
The mutants of biblical philosophy,
Rearranging the word of God
To make known their own
Uniquely formatted linguistic fires;
To burn down Babylon.
And set ablaze Satan’s throne,
As castrated pigs secure the perimeter;
And squeal; beckoning destruction.
Wrath. Wine pressed underfoot,
While the bare-breasted whore
Consoles herself in consultation;
Giving birth to fetid waters;
And masquerading as the godhead.