I am Absolute
I rule with rod and iron my country and my god my father looks well down on me
And my subjects the worms squirm at my toes
They slither beneath my feet and do feel pain
I bestow some of my kingdom to the higher subjects, the snakes
I hold Court wherever I be
I watch with my beady eyes as
A Golden Eagle soaring in the sky
Spying acts of weakness -
Where to spike the knife
Timing is everything in this business
The growing piles of butchered feverishly simmering bodies
From the youthfully precocious
To the Old begging at their sons feet
There is famine about I am told by my spies
War, Famine and Pestilence
And the Medieval mounds grow
My daffodils and violets are abundant with energy
And my subjects enjoy a new indulgence called cannibalism -
Everything is well and as it should be
One of the worms asked
"Is the Second Coming at hand?
"Are you the Messiah my God has promised?"
And the man tattered and torn held up his hands worn, blistered and tiring of this earth replied
"Yes, I am the New Messiah. Have you not learnt? You thought your king might be God's chosen Son?
"In my name you snakes you princes commit genocide and others live not by my word but as a heathen,
"Blaspheming and murder is as nothing to you
"You shut the door on the poor downcast and the falling and fallen
"Not thinking "there but for the Grace of God"
"Thus you have failed
"My heart is tears dyed red with your blood
"My heart is shattered as forked lightening in black and blue sky
"Pour some opiate into me for I leave you to your sinning and My Father's wrath to come
"He will cast you into muddied and heaving gutted waters that were once blue as summers sky
"You will see all your sins unfold before you when slowly drowning
"Then you will enter your personal domain -
"Your nightmares have given you hints as to how you will exist"
And the ice sheets melted and the more they melted the faster they melted
The Godless tread water and were treading water and tiring
(Give me an anchor to root me to the sea, and I will feel happy, secure, and I will be free.)
And the pain just starts for the masses who are not God's Saints
The thumbscrews are nothing compared to
Your life being replayed and replayed
Despair growing at every new nuance of error in life ensuring I sit here
Watching my life being replayed.
AJ Buttle January 2011
