Litanies of Horror and Other Adventures in Our Age of Terror

Lord of Light

Lord of Light

Shining bright

Organ pipes

Spring from your might

You created the city

You created the temple

You created the tower

Your slaves plowed your fields

Your scribes inscribed cylinders

With your victories and your virtues

With your battles and your buildings

Yet you never reached the highest heights

Your light was false

Your light was borrowed

Your light will return

To the one who owns it

And all that will remain

Of the Lord of Light

Is desert dust

Apollyon

Apollyon is riding

His locust horde behind him, buzzing

As they fly through the fiber optics

Behind the Prince of the Power of the Wireless

The locust poison sends us wreathing

As it transforms us into them

To complete Apollyon’s conquest

Apollyon’s goal

The battle of all and all

To terraform the earth

Unto a planet full of locust

Who will strip the world of foliage

And remake us it in his image

The Swarm

Then we will devour each other

All that will be left is nothing

And the nothing will crown Apollyon

Lord of the Nothing

Conqueror of our age

Here is wisdom

Let those who hath understanding

Know the name of the Swarm

it is Omega Point

Leviathan Rising

Submerged

She encircles the earth

Coiling Quietly

Waiting till the time is ripe

Till the stars align

And the signs in the sky alight

The hour is at hand

The world waits trembling

They can see her waves

But but not her coils

The strong of the earth

Drink champagne

To toast the new age

When they ascend to the heavens

Stamping the meek underfoot

The new order of dis order is at hand

The age of tooth and claw

The age of dollar and jackboot

The age of the cross and the bullet

When the weapons of our warfare

Become carnal

When the spiritual

Collides

With the physical

When the hand that prays

Strikes it’s neighbor

Or an alter where the innocent

Pass through the fire

Then the Spirit has left

And there’s no holding back

Leviathan Rising

The Self Made Cross

Come, let us go to the foot of this cross

The cross we have made

The cross we have manufactured at a discount

Which bears the sign of positivity: “For Sale”

At the place where that crown of negativity: thorns

From this cross, we receive

Justification

Or, I should say

A Justification

And

A Rationalization

To wash away

Exploitation

and dispense

Moralization

and

Humiliation

Towards those blessed by our self made cross

We stole your land?

We invaded your country?

We stole your wages and hiked the price of your food?

And worked you ragged for a pittance?

We wiped out your savings and repossessed your house?

We sold you lies of limitless riches instead of a business?

We stole your human agency

With threats of deportation?

Stop your finger pointing and despair

That attitude won’t get you anywhere

Trust us! Wealth proves worthy!

We of the self made cross have a solution!

Make your own cross like us

You can rent our equipment at a discount

And buy our How-To-Cross for dummies books

Be your own salvation!

All you are missing is:

Some ol’time religion

Some protestant work ethic

Some stick-to-it-ed-ness

Some family values

Some superior breeding (like us)

Some positive thinking

Some submission (to us)

Then our pruning would not hurt your tree

But would bring you blessing

Like it blessed we of the self made cross

Darkness is my Only Companion

Liturgy of Destruction

Litany of Death

Procession of horror

The stages of the new crosses

Crucifying our neighbors

Crucifying the beloved again

Those shining images of your countenance

Endless torment

Apparently for our security

Apparently for their commodities

Apparently for the Kingdom

What kind of Kingdom?

Apparently against the foe

Are the children the foes?

Deliver us from this mass of darkness

Where elements are replaced

With the flesh and blood of our neighbors

Oh stop this black praise and worship

That ignores the cries of the oppressed

or maybe throws them a trinket in a shoebox

Create in us clean hearts oh Lord

Renew a right spirit within us

Cast us not away

Living flame consume our dead flesh

So we can bring acceptable offerings

So we will not blaspheme you

With the blood of complacency or complicity

The Power and the Glory

Born under the earth

The dark crystal, the ring, the hidden fire

The vital element of the world

The hope of civilization

Without me, you live in darkness

With me you have dominion over the world

A slow acting poison

Levin through the whole batch

I will cook you alive like a roast

Those who reign with me

Will see their dominion

Wilt to dust

I bring power to nations

I bring glory to empires

I bring destruction to those

Who own me

But know not by ways

In the in the midst of the struggle for my blessing

I will transform into a wolf

To swallow up the sun

And bring her down to the earth

like Apollo’s chariot

All who live by me will die by me

When I am worshiped

I become a plague

A bowl thrown upon the earth

Until my victims souls,

Hungry for justice

Hunger no more