ah, my dear beloved, worshipper of me, worshipper of death:

I will devour you entirely

I will steal you away in the city of lights

You will perform to me

Upon me

For I am your thundering storm

I am huge

And you shall perform on me

Through the streets filled with names and monopolies

Behind the desk of authority, you will

Get down and kneel

Before me you will perform

A great storm

Breathe this flaming rock

Inside and out

Meet it half way

Then take it all the way

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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