I can smell a psalm. kindling against a martyr’s commandments. ten thousand echoes. against my voice. will rule the litany of psaltery heard by the nations. the hypnotic lynched man swings back and forth. by the grace of god he makes my mouth a robbery. transfixed by this power of God.
the devil made men kings. & kings made men instruments. by stripping them of conscious intent.
THE KING is a kind of consciousness. conditions & conditioning. that can bend a man. into a weapon. break a man. with food & booze. because kindness here is interpreted as weakness. & you can not fill a belly with obedience.