Pray, we pray daily.
Night… at night they hunt hunger.
Grrr.
gears go and grind to a halt.
lickin’ chops, who’s got the salt?

Human hindrance.
billions of butterflies
batting their wings over rooms
shielding the evil that men do.

man has killed millions of god’s in his day
and he won’t go away…

Kill the butterflies!!

open the door to this carnage
the orchestra pit at carnegie hall
are playing yellow submarine
with submachine guns.

good. god.
enoch’s 365 years here
were hollow if
god’s own astrologer
could not fold this into
his omelet.

apocolypse boutique/unique
god’s son with ram horns
trying out tool belts,
life of a carpenter.