New species have found their way
In their beds
In their seed
Eggs hatch centipedes

In rain they will write your name
In the raw
In the ice
Count scalps for the prize

Dreams without visions
Let them light up for me
Snakes will uncoil
Seas without havens
Let them storm up for me
Earth without soil
Inside The Churches of Oil

Old crosses collapse in mud
Of the lit
The crusades
Saints’ last escapades
In psalms they will praise the grand
On their knees
Let them sing
Break necks for the king

Will they shun
Or will they grieve
Crawl deep as they feed

God will erase me and you
God is a murderer too