I heard them say that the meek shall reign on
earth

phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth

I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes

inchoate beatitude

the Lord of the flies

so what does it mean

when your mind starts to stray?

kaleidoscopic images of love on the way

brother you'd better get down on your knees and
pay

1000 more fools are being born

every fucking day

they try to tell me that the lamb is on the way

with microwave transmissions

they bombard us every day

the masses are obsequious

contented in their sleep

the vortex of their minds ensconced within

the murky deep