Second Coming

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