No Mercy.

[yakksoho]

Cast down your weary ears and tender
__Listen to me, hear Me bellow, let My
Divine wind assert in you the chords
__Ye hallow; ye can never sing, for though you
Spite Me I create you! Tremble though I'm ugly, old
__There's no beauty greater than My own
No lies sweeter, no! Than those I've told you
__You shall sing with Me, Damn you sing
Ere the fatal bollocks o' Heaven hae roll'd!
__Throw back the crackling cackle oh!
His hair flew back, insane; all the mountainsides
__Did tremble as a disease through His veins
Yea, Golgotha is nigh and soon
And the hands throughout the room
Flew up cast down their eyes and cried
__O, great Lord God have mercy, for the
Straying hearts and artists and the
__Minds we've cast aside; You are our
Singing in the trees' slim branches
__And we shall make our bodies tall
And thin with which to sway for You
__Until Your Word shall cause us fall!
Lo! so the storm was filthy, wrath
__And wrought each man woman child
To his bones and there was spared no mercy,
__No! for the submission they have shown.
The eyes were all rent peel'd and yellow
__Against the dirty mountainsides and God
Laughed willingly, uproariously
__And spake "Baby, here We go."

 

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I'm completely blown away by this!

Nothing but admiration for your hold on meter and rhyme, once again.

But this is something else, particularly from "His hair flew back..." onwards, divine like the subject matter would warrant.

I love the way you blend a high-sounding, Ezra Pound-esque aesthetic with something very raw, and very very new.