Messiah For The Blind Fools

You will not be able to eat or drink

Your eyes will be shining in darkness

And decoying nocturnal insects

A hungry rat will settle in your stomach

Hair will start to shoot sparks and pull dust near like old books

The head will be filled with larvae of dirty thoughts

Which be drawing the rest of reason

Your hands, like tentacles of darkness, will clench on the throat of

Ordinariness

Fire will blaze in blood and digest your hypocritical soul

The eyes will look beyond the horizon of the last day

Of the in world

You will stand rooted to the spot

And soon become a monument

You will know then

That you are helpless for good

In relation to the pedestal of the new age