a farewell revelation

what use is to make a new god
the destroyer
when the old one pulls the strings from behind
the great chain trailing on
with deafening noise, is his lash
don't fall for it, you're not the scourge,
and nothing is.

one of the many arms, what will you say
when your god turns his other face to you,
stoned, placid and indifferent,
shaking off the unnecessary limbs?
destruction is easy if they count you in,
but disposable like a clip when the ammo's gone.

seeking fame is godlike, so avoid it,
and never stop the dissection and deconstruction
not until you can see the atoms
playing like the sand in sybilla's clutch.
stun and shock the ones who wish to be liberated
but do not know how to hate it here.

make the walls and rats speak these words, and the wind
carry subversive messages, and protest that there's still
something voiceless, which must be helped to talk.
shrieks of rats and chattering of monkeys and whines of puppies
are strong enough to fling in the face of those
who are trying to impose unity.
the angel and the trumpet and the seal are you.
do not follow the instruction, it's delirious
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