Second Coming - Bethlehem

Black hopelessness

Venoms the hidden unholiness

Of your withered virgin

Speechless remonstration

Grinds the arches

Of your risen dominion

Dark superstition

Drinks coagulated blood

Of your blasphemic lust

The age of the glorified god

Yields to a cold endlessness

Which, with vivid stiffness

Awaits my resignation

The second coming

The faceless lash

In the unholiness

Of my destination