anorthodox: Winds with Hands

And like a newborn he is lifted. Dead between the walls. Caught in the headlights. The roadkill of society. The animal inside the man. The power animal. Animus. Magnanimous. Stagnant and stale. Like a swamp. Like a fool stumbling into the swamp. Our new god. What is your name so that we may worship you? Give us a sign. Perform a miracle so that we may avert our eyes. Give us some commandments for we cannot live with the burden of conscience. This is a new birth. A new life. From the beginning. With the benefit of experience. Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit, snort and blaspheme...