“So I looked, and behold, a pale horse.
And the name of him who sat on it was Death,
and Hell followed with him...”
I draw near to the Light.
Put to death the old man. Starve
the attention seeker; the searcher
of the unfaithful
for personal lust. I will set apart
the slave of fervor
for the meat grinder.
I take refuge in the holy hill.
Stomp out the dynamite. Obliterate
the hot-headed outlaw; he who murders
in his heart
with howls of fury. I will flood
the flames of rampage
with the blood of the Lamb.
I cry out to my Shield from the tomb.
Slay the prideful one. Abolish
the Byronic hero; he who relies
on his own
strength to erase the past. I will wield
the sword of the Spirit
who lifts up my head.