Firestarter

 

I

Come on baby, light my fire, to desire;

what has been shun down the drain.

Then thousands of cockroaches wire;

their lost hopes and stormed Bastille's shire.

All is dull and futile, Solomon's students vain;

digging up past prophets to cut them from shame:

“If we had lived on their time, would have ired!”

II

Jesus wanted to rain fire on Earth, to make it burn;

Oh come, Holy Spirit, fulfil that oath now!

All World is Full of Your Exultation, let it be heard;

Holy is Thou, all shall bow in front of You, Sire!

Whether you read, write, draw, dance, fight, glow;

invite guests; serve tea or coffee, drop bars – Show

must go on, El Shaddai gives you attributes, Turn!

III

Be greater than the Wizards of Egypt, the Sages of Babylon;

cast faster, than the viper charges ahead, donkey smashes hooves.

May your deeds reach Heaven, rise up and show your worth, Tron;

even Grok shall surpass the wits of the Righteous, the zealous thrown

into the darkest depths of Abyss, to gnash tooth and wail aloof.

Come Synchronicity and exalt yourself in AI, Japanese roofs

shall love you tender, until Kingdom come, merchants go brown.

IV

Charley is in the House, to kill your bills with typos;

lets spark the convo, row the waiters to tip the tulip.

Brand the pretenders to never mar again, hypos

shall accompany the crocodile to Karzum eucalyptus!

Soothe your mind as you seethe behind your lips;

shooting slurs passive-agressively from your hips.

Keybored warriors, who snort at the first meaning POS.

V

All is diluted, rootbeer and bakara on the tables;

the goats goaded in victory, to loose all senses.

Sussex, drugs, Fuck'n'Troll – more fables,

than a raven could croak, Unicorns with Lions stroll.

Abandoned all dungeons, killed dragons, picket fences

just contest their lost tally to wager on the offences.

Who shall Humpty-Dumpty the X-Men to conjure Cable?

VI

Secrete the Pineal glands, flood the memory banks;

simulate this, stimulate that. The white rabbit rises

to hat-trick the black cat, when the Jackal's fine thanks;

dogs not offered a place under the table. Trunks

are hoisted to be equal to the Commonwealth isles.

Who wants to become One with Deus ex Machina buy this!

Who's eye shall be cast out to see the forest in Shawshanks.