Through Sand and Spirit - John Frum

Maladjusted intelligence forbids autonomy

Metaconsciousness mistaken for prophecy

A maniacal transmission affirms the distraught

Easing the qualms of a lurid fantasy

The orgiastic defilement of all weakened minds

An illicit beckoning howling mockery at the attuned

Whose slacked jaws and wide eyes

Convey more truth than any corrupted mandate

The varlet abides the geas

And by his own hand, with the voice of another

Bring forth cataclysmic fulmination

Let the spark of blind ignorance ignite the great conflagration

A terrestrial empyreal eraser

This is the heat that does not rise

A primordial bedlam drowning out the fanfare of man

As flames translate the obscure

Idols transmuted to ash

Reduced to crumbling slag

Dissolving into muck

Usurpers bow their knee to nature

Waiving reign over earth

Discord become solace

The end is wrought

Not by a plague set upon by the wrongful worship of a spurned god

But by those fool enough to believe that that would be so