Oh, King, Dragon, thou wicked counselor
You imagine mischief against the LORD.
You are afflicted by Him, but He will
Unyoke you, and unbind you, and you shall
Die... His discipline shall stop the curse soon.
Your name shall stop being sown, vile man.

Oh False Prophet, drunkard, fool, you're never
Satisfied. You spoil, and steal from me.
You drink many flagons of wine, carouse
And are never at home. Never at home.
Uncircumcized of heart, covetous for 
Your house, your mind has changed, always it's changed.

Oh Beast, settled on your lees, you say, "I AM
"And there is not another beside me."
Your house and possessions shall be spoiled.
You rejected God's law utterly. You
Wear strange apparel. The LORD said, "Thou shalt
"Fear me." You utterly rejected Him.

My laptop charger died,
And I am at serenity.
All things converge for misfortune
But, I will stay strong.
My heart cannot become a villain
I am determined.
I am ready to do what I can to be righteous
And defeat the villains inside of me.
And through that war I fight within me
You shall take heart
And slay them with me.

No... fools... there is no work in heaven;
It is eternal rest. But Christ, the Prince
Shall make continual Sacrifice, and shall be our eternal laborer.
He shall come into the temple, and eat before His God;
He shall do it joyfully, for our satisfaction.
And when we there, need reminder of the evil of sin
Shall be taken either to the marshes of hell
Or see the lamb there offered... to remind us of evil
So we are well to know that we are in a better place.
There is no Sin there, but He makes sacrifice for our sins
Now, upon the Earth... for Time does not mean anything to God.
He eats the Fat, the Blood, the Bread,
And it is the only killing in heaven, is Christ's merciful hand
Slaying the kid over the altar, for our mistakes, past, present and future.
We shall mow the sheaves--with joy and no sweat--
And on the Sabbath, there shall be no labor
Heaven is Eternal Sabbath, Selah.
Six days we labor, here upon the Earth,
And we lay our foundations in currency
We have wrought through wisdom.
Should the fire burn away our work,
Then it burns away, and we have not the Gerahs earned.
Our just compensation shall be a fair ephah and a fair gerah
For the labors we have accomplished our six days
Here upon the Earth. Selah.
Ezekiel speaks of the Old Covenant and its cities
Which is a shadow of ours to come.

I saw my face in
My computer screen, and I
Saw Grandma and, yes,
Pappy. I have my Pop-Pop's
Good looks, and my Mimi's brows.

Love is startling, how two cross
And rarely do objects of attraction meet.
In teenage angst, the purest bonds are formed
Yet so few find the lover they love, love them.
Infinite lines, of lovers loving others
Yet, where two meet their desire...
I don't know. That is why I need Mercy.

I have failed you, I know
Being homely in old age, and fat
And poor... yet what I have you do not want me to have.
I came to you, oh Northern King,
And I asked for my meat, for such was vile what you did.
You told me, "Only after I die."
Yet that was only a false memory, a shadow,
And here I am, wondering which of my memories are real...
I saw your grandson's face in the mirror
And saw you do time magic at my Pop-Pop's stoop.
When will these memories fade?
When will I have my real life back?
I saw you push him out of the tree
I saw you make love to your sister
And I saw you speak to the kings...
It is your face I see in the mirror every time
With coal black eyes.
Dreams they are... dreams they shall be.
You made many enchantments around me
As from youth, Assyrian Women came
With their children, and cast spells around me
And then Philistines and Egyptians and Moabites
And Ammonites, and Ethiopians until I had befriended them.
What was the cause? You hurt me.
Youth I was, you took me into the bedroom
And sold my soul---I had no choice in the matter.
You made me sign a contract, I could not but sign
For you would kill me. Do I not get to live life too?
Those were only false memories though...
Of you. And I have those sordid thoughts instead of my own
As I bury myself in poetry, trying to stay your blasphemous screed
From my mind... quantum entangled with you
You wish to cut off my nose and my brother's
For what? Because you foolishly attached yourself to me?
I shall show you, you went the way of Cain
And destroy you... you know how I wage war.
I shall kill all the vile opinions you put in me
And slay them to the child...
I shall destroy their cities, and raise the Roman Highways in me to the ground.
On who, Assyrian King, has not your vileness passed continually?
This internal war I wage with Lucifer, and not external.
External, I shall snatch the souls from your fire
And teach them how to be kind once again.

The Modern Scholar says, taking books
Back to the days of Carthage, and earlier,
"When were the Youths not ravels?"
Certainly, the poets crying about virtue
Need not be harkened to, or the historians
Who saw a marked decline in Roman Vigor
When the Idols of Greece were brought to pique
And they were worshipped with their games and circuses,
Their plays and orgies, their rapes and child molestations
Their murders and thefts. Of course, Rome lasted
Long with these things happening every day
Where every unusual crime was perpetrated...
But of course, the historian quotes the poets
Talking about the ravel youth in all ages---
Which just goes to show the decline of each generation
Until God gave Rebirth to Europe, purified it
And brought such felicity that never existed before 
And quite possibly ever after, until Christ reigns again for one thousand years.