The Voice of the Lord

Try fostering the emptiness of loneliness,
As the heart skips a beat;
And you are drawn towards death.
Be still like silent waters.

As the spirit descends upon you;
While you are voiceless like a dead wind,
Contemplate the suicide of saints.

And dress your wounds with barbed wire;
Penetrates your loneliness with obsolescence,
Unfurl for me the deepest
Desire dwelling within you.

Governance and power
Bestowed for an hour;
Before the temple walls
Catch fire, and burn.

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