Better to rein in [bad word] #33;

Better to rein in [bad word] 

Heart in hand passed to the clasp of
pain
In a dark lowland that set bad blood
in veins
Burning like penal fires roused to stain
The jagged-toothed skyline braced 
with crosses

The golden dawn
Lay lost to mist where
Emboldened thorns 
Made their bed with toppled stones 

He closed His eyes
Sunken to dream there
Of crow-black skies 
And a great white empty throne 
Horror stalked the bilious fogs
That balked His vision
He licked the spittle from the cheeks 
of the way
And drifted back to when His stung 
it’s target
The sneer of Michael on a glorious 
high 
Of angel dust and Virtue by His Side 

Drowning in the past
That downfall seemed like yesterday
Through blurred moons passed
As enemies in high places laughed 

Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy 
lines 
He rose snowblind, through shifting 
sands of time 
Erased the trace and taste of bitter 
wines 
The grapes of wrath grew fat on the 
vein 

She came to Him 
little whip of [bad word] 
Thrashed on velvet skins 
That lined Her wishbone Henge

Her name was Sin
warming spurt of mantras
Splashed on occult tongues
That whispered sweet revenge 

For the shame of their crawl from
grace 
Cold and hollow as the grave 

And for rape and [bad word] scourge 
Spared for souls that had shared
God’s worship
For now their throats coated notes
with dirge 
That poured from parapets to the pits 
below

Drowning in the past
wretched scream like yesterday 
Died at last
With the rising of the revenant dark

All sharpened claws and blunt discharge 

“I shall bow no more to the dogs of
the Lord
Tearing at my carcass heart 
I shall fall to my knees only at the
keyholes
Of virtue slipping into bondage 
mask……
Freewill made me better to rein in 
 [bad word]  

And with new wings 
Unfurled and spoken
He took to things
That would desecrate the world

The seduction of both woman and man
For [bad word] masterplan

Drowning out the past 
Fool Fates unwound [bad word] yesterdays
Beneath the stars
That staggered from the blast