Thy Kingdom Come

Photo by dominik hofbauer on Unsplash

sing with me for the dawn with the writhing mass of agony we come to call home black mass in holy communion

it was not enough for the bomb inadequate to just love it in the broken Name of Nihil not enough for the house

to burn

more than the stones and the structures blown away by the nuclear waste and the bloated corpses floating in

the irradiated rivers of this false dawn the winter of rage it was not enough to simply destroy what can be rebuilt

what was needed

was to erase the very thing that made it possible to rebuild that gritty impossible human tenacity this soul

in neon promises of what was never real to begin with we fell in love in our utter mastery of joy in the face

of annihilation

tell me you love it you do not want to stop this orgy — you, in complicity only want to join it

the madness calls out for your pain in the pleasure of too much — Nihil needed for us to break our own souls

sing with me for the dawn