by J.J. Netzach
Endure. In enduring, grow strong.
At the gates of A’arab Zaraq,
I gazed into Hell—Hell gazed back.
No guardians halt my enemy.
Noah's mistake—the first bird sent.
Dark side of Venus—passions spent.
Volcanoes erupt in envy.
Backed up by my one-man platoon,
This worn soldier of no fortune,
Again, gives the same performance;
Plucks strings, made from sinew and bones
Of raped children, in overtones
For choirs of burning ravens.
Raise up high all velvet curtains that blind.
Weld all wires into a short-circuit of the mind.
Rise, approach, revive this desert so bleak.
Shadows speak and all is revealed.
Defy and deify these static chains that bind.
Brace and kneel to deities redefined.
I am yet in waiting yet I shall persist,
Even God took his time in creating our midst.
Rise, Netzach, in this desert of mine.
Rise, Netzach; the divine redesigned.
Rise, Netzach, and rewire my mind.
Rise, Netzach, rise to endure the times.