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Psalm # 2016 Psalm # 2016
by David Sparenberg
2017-01-18 10:08:33
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Yea though I walk through the valley of shadow.  Yea though I walk through the valley of shadow.  My gun and my IED.  My gun and my IED *.

tree01_400_02Here in the rubble of madness.  Here in the rubble of madness.  Here in the madness of men. 

The mad call out to each other.  Across swaths of time and space.  Across swaths of time and space.  The mad call out of each other.

Is this guilt or recognition?  Conspiracy thickens the wind.  Is this guilt or recognition?

Here we have built a wall.  Here we have built a wall.  On one side of the wall there is terror.  On the opposite side there is fear.

Remove the wall, there is darkness.  Darkness that cast no shadow.  Darkness that cast no shadow.

Listen!  Hear this! This is how the undead jabber.  This is how the undead speak: We have lost our minds. Lo: We have lost our minds. With our minds we have lost our eyes. With our eyes we have lost our ears. With our ears we have lost our tongues. With our tongues we have lost our souls. With our souls we have lost our spines. With our spines, of course our hearts. And with our hearts we have lost our way.  With our hearts we have lost our way.

There before us, is that not a forest of ragged trees?  No.  It is a field of barbed iron. A bit ahead, is that not a frozen wilderness?  No.  It is a flaming pit of blood and oil.

Why should we go on then? Why should we not sit here, devoid of dreams and memory? And sink into this muck that once was Earth…

A heave for this fated Earth!  A heave!  Psalm number 2016. 

Here too we will build a wall.  O!  Here we will raise a wall.  On one side a mass grave, stretching open as far as an eye can see.  On the opposite side, bullet holes.  A bacchanal of holes.  O! A bacchanal of bullet holes!

Nothingness salivating, licking corpses of children.  Nothingness salivating, slurping time and space. Slurping up bodies and faces. Slurping up time and space.

Remove the wall: killing continues.  War. Murder. Murder goes on and on and on.  With or without a wall.  With or without a wall. War. Murder. Murder goes on and on.

Yea though I walk through the shadow. Yea though I walk through the shadow.  Legless as lightning the serpent slithers.  Jet winged the thunders of men.

My enemy burns quickly below me. Lord of the missile and drone. My enemy is ashes below.  My enemy in ashes to ashes.  Ashes to ashes, my enemy.  Lord of the missile and drone.

*IED: improvised explosive device

David Sparenberg

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Emanuel Paparella2017-01-18 14:49:14
Indeed David, the greatest of surprises in our "enlightened" times of nihilism and meaninglessness and shamelessness may be to eventually find out that as Aristotle told us, history has a telos or a purpose and points to the transcendent.


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