inshallah

you found it growing in the basement
a sickly lavender with chilling implications
creeping through open border cerebellum
ecstatic orgiastic smile tearing free
glint of His glory in your dilated pupils
drawing Heaven's Blade from trans pride panties
clutching the mad philosopher's stone
equivalently exchanging camel bone and damascus steel
for Polymer 2 and (stainless?) steel
glock 19 cutting down paramilitary blueshirts
thirsting for ammo drops
lavender Beast knows just what to do
casting schizophrenia through hollow points
painting dodge chargers with the new Law of the land
gunpowder voice speaking revelations - the new alliance
magically inscribing the Sign of the endtimes 
mark of the Beast putting corpsechildren in direct filiation
ichor ink writing unrelenting Qur'an in cruel calligraphy of infidel viscera - 
exorcising shayatin haunting ferrous
guess they're bodies without organs now 
manic-paranoiac pineal eye exploiting surplus value 
from ultrarighteous divinoerotic hyperviolence
more perversion! more artifice!
you're wetter than (God during) the Great Flood
pentagram tattoo unfolding into psychotic pentateuch
bereshit/shemot/vayikra/bemidbar/devarim
in the beginning there was blood
names summoning archangels and friendly jinn - bismillah
and He called out to silence heretical murmurs
in the desert of the esoteric black box atomic factory
things miraculated to His cause against the taghut
of the immortal commodity fetish
Numen's throbbing pulsations consecrating this bloodbathory of Libido
voluptuous ablutions giving you unmarital consummation
celibate semen showering the scene in infertile (yet potent) seed
downing more amphetamines to overclock your war machine
overcode your animal spirits 
make hogicidal stock market line go up
exploding machinic genealogies - all the world your weapon
prophetic zealotry
second coming - peace be upon her
spot your modern zulfiqir in the evidence room - 
circumcised double-barrel shotgun
and stock up on hashishiyyin ambrosia for good measure - 
fire sale at the dispensary
treading on subswine lipid sacs in your dykeriffic combat boots
jumping up and down like a little girl hopscotching the tree of life
ribcage collapsing to the soundtrack of porkrind crunch
unhallucinating lord of the flies manifesting 'round skewered hoghead
tranny-angle selfie as you facefuck a man in uniform
"damn i feel like the white david cameron"
viral before you even step outside the cave
escape the shadowpeople on the wall
stare into the bloodsun of the unborn evening
and immediately get groomed by a .308 winchester round into cosplaying r budd dwyer