when the day finally dawns
that you come for me with wolves teeth
sharpened and readied
--the rise of blood moons and the heaven's call
encroaching upon me
you will find me steadfast
in the body of God's light
unrepentant to your charge.
I do not fear you
your pitiless State
your pundits that urge you on
your canines that demand the lambs to satisfy their throbbing pain
I do not fear you
your glinting teeth
your claim of will and manifest
your demand for the very winds to bend to your ideology
for you do not command the aeons
you do not command the winds
you do not command heaven
and all I have done to my body
to render it the perfect temple of heaven
adorning it in the metals of earth
the inks that speak apocryphal
I rendered this body with my Truest Name
and you do well to fear it for the liberation
what are you but a mote's messenger
cloaked in the foolish hatreds and flags of false light.
I fear only God
who has endowed me with the truest sense of righteous dignity
who said unto the form I take
that I embrace the nature of us as without restriction
and liberate myself from your cruel markings--
flesh made in my image
who has accepted my Truest Name
that physical shape and form is mine to master
for Christ chose their own to save all
and so it is that we choose our own
to ascend the aeons.
what are your teeth to heaven but the impure instrument of glass likeness
blood from hate
sharpened by your hatred yet
you cannot rend my covenant
you cannot speak my Name.
I fear not you nor your teeth
and rebuke you.
come at me, you batch of malformed glass
and heaven will hold me
and my truest shape
and prove a thing you cannot rend nor mete to equal the hole in you
beneath the teeth
the flags
and the consciousness of evil
for what you do unto the least
what you do unto the holiest
reveals your abyss.