No more of these putrid perversions of the flesh, no more failures of mankind,
No more crimes against nature, no more braying of subhumans in the streets.
Hang sharpened silver daggers of stars above their wicked heads,
Bring down eternal darkness like a shroud,
Make their sickened cities all fall flat like dust upon the ground.
And open our ears so that we may only hear the nearly silent sound
Of angels singing their shimmering, steely songs of vengeance and of doom.
October 7, 2017