Hail the spoken word.
Your god, my god,
The God.
It blesses or condemns,
Commands or pleads,
From all directions,
With such sacred power.
Manifest is the spoken word.
Obeyed is the spoken word,
My spoken word.
Don’t you love your God?
A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker.
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