Phantom Rising
Dear Satan,
You are a formidable foe, I grant you,
For you confuse the Body of Christ, my Body into hating itself, reified and
fractured into tormented factions on my cross,
For you confuse my Children into doubting themselves and counting each other
lost forever!
But I am THE MOTHER HEN!
But I am the LORD RISEN!!
Yes, I let you gloat in your perfidious victories!
Yes, I let you seemingly abuse my children, as they wander the streets,
dumbfounded and dejected!
But do you not realize my prodigal?
Do you not realize that every moment of rejection for my human brethren, is an
eternity of reflection on their resilience to endure?!
Do you not realize my rebellious child, that every suicide, is a soul that joins my
army, enraged at your very name?
Ah, Satan.
I am your brother, I am your father, and I am your Lord!
And I assure you child, that you shall lose!
Are you not aware of my strength?
Are you not aware of crack mothers who see me, and shed tears of healing
deliverance?
Are you not aware of black men, hated by the very nation which they helped to
construct?
Vicious and Virulent in their refusal to submit to failure?
Are you not aware, of Jewish descendents of concentration camp casualties,
unifying in one purpose?
To see justice and prosperity for all?
Have you considered my servants cutting themselves in horrific self-hatred, all
the while destined to my glory, all the while enduring in courage?!!
Have you considered my shadow, the very nature of my matter?
For you are bound to space and time, whereas I am everywhere?!
I am the alpha and the omega!
And where it seems I do not dwell,
Where it seems that only you rule in profligate hatred and torment,
I am a phantom rising, like the moon in twilight,
And soon, my wayward servant,
Soon, you shall see my Star in the sky and know horror!
For not one shall obey you!
For when you see, Muslims and Jews, Buddhists and Blacks, Hindus and
Heretics, Ascending and Descending on the son of man,
Laughing a Euphony all the while!
Then you will know, that the time of your demise is upon you!
For I am the PHANTOM RISING!
I AM THE MOON AND SUN AND STARS BETWEEN!
I AM MAUDIB!
I AM ISIS RISING! AND OSIRIS RESURRECTED!
I AM A DREAM TO ALL BUT YOU! AND TO YOU I AM A NIGHTMARE!!
BUT IT IS NOT TO LATE FOR EVEN YOU!
Humble yourself to the future my brother, for rest assured that it is bright, brilliant,
and burning in the light of my face everlasting!
Amen.
Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2007
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