Ladybug, rehearsal is at 4;
The capitalized subsystem rehearsal,
Caught between my pen collection and a gun.
You’ve only tonight to repent,
Because can’t you see,
I am the beginning and the end;
Says the Lord.
Take two unclean tablets;
Spit out apostasy and organization,
Plead with me for reconciliation,
Cast your gun in plaster;
Then cast the plastic.
A replica of faith,
Transcribed beneath a forensic mind;
Shoot the sky.
And as the angels fall from Heaven,
Heed the words of the Lord:
“I am a worm not a man.”