I Am Become

Set upon my brow

The crown of all they woes;

Darth of consequence,

Heavy with the stone

About this trodden neck

Kill thine own pain with

The sword of the self-righteous,

Self-aggrandizing love;

For mine own soul is cast out,

To be supplanted with the

Withered black Beast slouching

Toward the messianic birth

That shall never be--

Never with the congregation

Who stands to worship it.

Stay thine opal claws

Stained with red, Savior,

Lest I be gleaned amongst

The chaff...