the moment before
it became enlightened
i performed a mercy ****
on a burning ant.

i  thought it was saintly
but then i realized
i was a monster.

when i become a burning ant
ill know the true nature
of my murderer.

by the time it comes out
its already decaying.

staring at it
wont bring it back.

its life had no meaning.

and its left buried
behind an ophanage
with all the other children.

i look inside myself long enough
and see a skeleton
trying to dig his way out.

it floats in me
like dead birds
in a dead sea.

i cant grab it
and cook it
and eat it.

black bird armada
sends me signals
their constellation is a code.
the living hierogram
digests the moments of peace
they pass through.

the night is in its egg

the trash in my mind
should be burned.

gods good girls are jews.
american jews.
sometimes i want to **** em.
im pretty sure they want to
**** me too.

i guess theyre not so good.
but god does like a show.