a new year,
a new decade,
a new chapter on the open canvass
Let God draw his finest on this one,
Let it be beautiful even in the
trenches,
May the anguish of the saints be tended
to in the secret place
May the blissful abandon of heretics be
laid down in the dust
Whatever rises, whatever emerges from the
onslaught of this new era,
May we wrestle against it with sweet
angels on our side.
On the sick beds of departing souls
Even there, may we toil against the enemy.
And dodge that celestial exile
And launch into the eternal galaxies we
prayed for,
Where the heavenly ones reside with Gods
of menacing & holy rage
May the saint’s conscience rest from
feigned motives
Of nobility, holiness and other
falsified canonizations,
May the heart withstand the litigation
of the heavenly council
With nothing grandeur to qualify itself
for release…
A new year
A new decade
Authentic sinners on the canvass
The souls of misbegotten children
Let God decide what he will,
Let it be ugly, horrendous, torturous,
Whatever…as He wills,
a new year,
a new decade
a new era…
whatever…
where is the eternal one?
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