last letter to God (Goodbye Nigga Kingdoms)
“God is a concept
by which we measure our pain.”
- John Lennon
this is Your reward
for Your omnipotent
gift of love:
sickness and sacrifice
and no one
giving a fuck
love has become
the master tool
for the liar
and the lazy
the deceiver
and the crazy
and the unschooled
lowly pieces of shit
projecting their pain
upon each other
pressing plastic and flesh
into slavemaster icons
as the world becomes smothered
my only compassion
is through actions
no morality
no rules
all followers
all fools
color
is a misnomer
i was blind
to the evil and unkind
i buried my pain
under the falling rain
i threw my sins
into the blowing winds
i built my house
on the benefit of a doubt
and i was burned
not to matter
the betrayal of family
not to worry
the disciples of apathy
Your power
Your reflection
in greed, squalor
and rejection
no longer have i the need
to be Your perpetual seed
all Your creation
Savior, and Satan
release i and i
to my own Spirit and Vision
i have no need
to serve
or to breed
our Art
who is in the Mother and Father
hallowed
be thou unnamed
here, heaven and hell
are both engulfed
in flames
all are interconnected
intertwined
like bodies
mind of my mind
common ancestors
far and near
disappeared
beneath tribes and fears
nigga planet
a propos
the low reflect the high
and the high reflect the low
all niggaz
all the time
do not put upon others
what you cannot carry
the human burden
the human agony
all niggaz
all follow the rhyme
self-righteous shit-stains
mortal piles of chicken do-do
loving everything that lies
believing every myth
lost in every illusion
licking the boots of every monster
unknowing slaves
moving from chain to chain
from iron to gold
doing whatever they are told
a planet Spiritually lame
they do not want to listen
they do not want to be taught
they only sell and seek to be bought
never reading the signals of the Ancients
all talk, talk, talk
to be able to fly
is not to abandon
the ability to walk
make of this
what you will
the art of killing
is to only be fulfilled
kill after kill
i am not aligned
with the earthly God
i am just as i am
in vision, Spirit, and thought
at one with my Art
true freedom
is to explore all choices
i pray
to Creation Forces
oh, mighty Fascist God
You are not big enough
steeped in great history of misery
Your god-plan sucks
i claim to be free to gauge
any form of communication
any language
free to wage
war against oppression
in any cosmic village
in Your omni-intelligence
can You find objectivity?
in Your omni-eminence
can You not judge me?
i do not seek to hide
i do not pray to lies
i do not pray to tribes and genocide
i rise and fall with the tides
what is Your measurement
of blessed assurance?
i pray
to the forces of science
this is my vessel
this is my ship
this is my music –
my paradigm belief-shift
the dancer in me
does not await
any answer from Thee