Static Sermon

I must get 2 o'clock. It's the same time all the fuckers say.

Silver tongue flickers in a blackout chapel. Neon sums unravel, shadows grapple.

Static baptisms, crackling gospel. Choir above the hollow hums half hostile.

Preach through feedbacks, speech loops sideways. Every truth's toothed, chipped in five ways.

Skulls cathedral stained glass, no bronze. Prayers get lost in the brain

fog séance. Circuit savior votes in confession. Cross my wires in divine regression.

Faith tastes metal, hope smells burnt . The hymn sound holy 'til the

ghost return. Sing static let the sermon spark. Preach madness from the marrow,