Now for the poem, let me be worthy
Let me roar and shake and rattle and tear the roof off the conscience
Let it rip me apart and bare my broken ribcage to the abyss unafraid
Let me fill with fire and speak the voice of the Divine, let the human experience be made lucid and the soul of the devil cleansed
Hold still in my Hallelujah visions perfectly captured Polaroids of the spirit, the fevered music that vibrates palpable through the air
Hold me to the standards of the giants upon whose shoulders i stand
And let the ones I love know that I am with them, stronger than any power empathy could provide
We are deities all and stitched from the same grace
This is for Clarity, for Jacob, maybe even the Prodigal Son
With tears in my eyes I submit to your mercy, baptize me in the electric current of a decade long cold war
Let us destroy and rebuild and create a new world to hold dear
Decorate it with the shavings of suns spent and discarded endlessly on repeat
Let us be the gods we see etched into our irises
Let us be the ones who write doom on the walls
Who else could we ******* be?
We are the same, irrevocably
It's on and we can't turn it off and so we'll push the limits until it all burns out