Praise #57

Thou art there when nothing else is

when it’s just the devils and their axes

sculpting time and the musical beat

scabrous creatures devouring souls


disaffected, high on this world

herding to nowhere

burning in a sordid aftermath

wishing they had it again


I move under Thy wings and walk, O Lord,

Thou art the One that exchanged endlessness for eternity

who speaketh in multicolor tongues

heard and tasted and felt by denizens of the golden borough

cometh down from cloud

Thou art that God, the One who plucked us

from the waves of torment below

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