Out of foxhole field and bunkered platoon
a patriot leads the clarion’s blare -
answers his country’s call to arms but soon
duty and honour rise a toll I fear.
Let not councils of God and man restore
the fallen soldier lest he fall again -
lest he doubt the enormities of war
and live in knowing he himself has slain.
That his rage of pride no battle increase
when he in fear his mighty weapon wields,
for it is only the dead who find peace
in the battery smoke and killing fields.
Where the Dove flies the Hawk becomes a snare
and death and sacrifice your Cross to Bear!
Written: November 1992
Emerge the invocations of begotten falsehood.
Lying dormant.
My screams no longer withheld.
Anointing savagery bred of ancient tongues.
This depraved submergence beckons in a righteous hand.
Born of opposition in the courts of folly, enormities ascend to the arch of flame.
Emptiness divine.
Adversary! Consciousness springs fourth with teeth, capturing light.
Embraces onward, feeding from its throat.
Sanctity (Abhor) for human design.
Insignificance cast aside. Decrying nemesis mind.
Assimilate!
Eradicate!
Purity rotting within skulls of dismembered prophets.
Acknowledgments, unjust.
We all bare this mark.
Depraved disciples.
Dispelling human livestock.
Gorge on all things with evangelic dependencies.
Regiments of dying filth, their lives have withered away.
Behold, foul paradox.
Consummation for all things to pass.
Born of opposition in the courts of folly, enormities ascend to the arch of flame.
Coerce the swarms… gorging on all things. The feeding of lies.