Saturday, June 12, 2010

A Prayer to the Fang Breaker

Redeemer release me
from the maddening mastery
of the tainted taunts
of whispered wants

Help me
beat down the beast
crouching at my door
blessedly bludgeoned
until it snuffles no more

Sledge it, Lord
until its enslaving slavering
is silenced, and I hear
no more pawing paucity
of purity

Let its blood seep and seep
under the door
profuse effusion of
gutted gore
a glut of sweet-sticky
victory

You, Saviour
are my only hope
the Horror
of my enemies
the Holy One who hammers
my fierce and deadly foes

Because of your horned
and snorting Love
hold my hand and hear my cries
bend the clouds and rend the skies
and God who is pierced and weeps and hangs
Lord of all mercy—
BREAK THEIR FANGS!
'THERE ARE THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT. WE'RE THE ONES WHO BUMP BACK.' (BPRD)