The World Made Flesh

This is my litany Against things small and dumb And the gods of Stasis and Hubris But for the word that makes This is my word made flesh, my cry and rage My endless speech that strives to create This is my recitation The stubborn logos that pulsates and grinds Here is my repetition Of insult, fantasy, filth and love That calls into being the trigger The transcendence that'll reveal itself out of the roar My hieroglyphic prayer and chant For all that is true and high and bright This is my invocation My statues carved from stone of silence My secret whisper in the dark Which I'll lay waste to with my tongue My hieroglyphic prayer and chant For all that is true and high and bright This is my word made flesh, my cry and rage This is my cry and rage, my rage