Gleefully mastering
and strategically plastering
machine gun nests of light in the dark
unleashing luminous munitions
to the highest good's fruitions
camouflaged and waiting for a spark
Weaving webs photonically
for those who would, moronically
toss my house for weakness in the night
the searing strand harasses
while clinging to black masses
and burning toward the faintest signs of light
the painful purifying
assists to lure it, dying
toward a realm that offers it release
the strand tugs the forgiven
toward a place much more driven
by understanding and compassion, joy and peace.
Wondering solemnly
hermetic and golemly
as I forge navies out of Light and out of Love
with beams of Gratitude, Decency,
lotsa Compassion recently
clean materials for my own Death From Above
I work with Joy and Courageous
not Annoy and Enslave Us
I use weaponry of love and of knowledge
One a' mine goes renegade
who the fuck is then afraid?
What's he gonna do? Put me through college?
You are far more powerful than they will ever tell you.
