(Every Bent Knee Too Shall Break)
Plunged to a nadir, the years spent in isolation
And the windows of the skull look upon only devastation
Inside hunger gnaws like rats in your sides
Outside iron rain like nails in your eyes
Bow Down--God can infest you with maggots, my son
Down...
Bow to the vultures and the scaffold
Down before the masters of your fate
to the virus and the gallows
as they seal your fate, bow down
Rise up--Would you of mere flesh contest the divine?
Under the knife you’ll renounce it all in time Etched in emptiness, I watched them disappear
Beneath the wheels of desperation and the heel of despair
And the Western sky would as soon kill as shelter you
Bow down to your doom
An all-seeing eye
An all-clutching claw
Unknowable God
His jaws devour all
Bow down.