Rise, and Fall

Holiness sweats from every pore.

Golden rays of tropic sun beams through the bastardized ruins. 

The grime evaporates in the locks of his sandals. 

Bare is the bleach stained back raw from reasons, and rhymes disassociated from being alive.

Eradicating the foliage of the heart circumventing the need for war.

Scalped the undertakers that under shepherd his sheep in broad daylight.

Open season on the guilty commences as his swords foam from mouth, and power drips from the flames that melt in endless day like candelabras in the primes that look on in horror forced to swallow their pride.

Bronze skin champions the indifference crushed under heavy skies.

Endless furnaces swell from unknown, and thunder under foot as the rocks melt in his presence, and the ground metastasizes. 

Fear his name.

Bow to his word.

Hunted become the upright.

Hunters openly confess, and fold internally, externally, and eternally into fatal eclipse.

His steps magnetic music follows his steps, as all creation reverberates in unison. 

Waves crest on command, and the wicked cry out sober, and wash out in the drift.

What makes us know when?

The edge is always chaos, and the bones they are all in perpetual rattle.

Salvation tunes, and fears thy name.

Tight rope high over moral grounds.

Hope is fills every pore, and substance roars.

Regeneration from his lungs fans their flames.

Acid rain in veins.

Jars pour over.

Boiling their names.

Up in smokes.

Burnt down to size.