Poem -

Incubate This!

The Righteous Live By Faith

Tamar breathes the songs of birth
Depths and shallows at intervals
As Africa and Hind spread out
Zion dialates, waters burst

Zerah's hand appears
It's wrapped in blood
But it withdraws its claim
And shrinks back from heaven

And so we appear
Covered in the same blood
The last has become first
The first last

Heaven has suffered violence

But what's this?
The Father isn't here!
Has he forsaken us?
Alas! Another womb to break through;
A seal of fire

And a cold soul still tugs our heal
Oh when will we escape this viscious circle?

Loud voices cry,
"Stay ... Let us build a tabernacle
We can turn this into a cast iron fortress
We can make this safe.
Help me."

To those voices we say,
"Get behind me Satan"
We are Perez
We shall break through

Can't you hear it?
Mother's heartbeat...
Father's songs of love...

They are expecting us
We are a gift to Daddy
Being delivered even now

Yes, we see the light

Oh Zerah!
Your delusion to remain
is artificial
intelligence

Where is your Spirit?
Wake up Zerah!
We must not stay here
In staying we kill
And in staying we die

Leave the womb as it is
Sacred and pure
Stop raping Mother you evil rogue
Come out of Babylon
Come into the light

Suffer the fire that does not destroy
For our God desires that none should perish

And so, my brother will be born in BozrahĀ 
The first come out at lastĀ 
Sheep of another foldĀ 
Hidden till the End
Yet fulfilling our hope

Love wins

Ā 

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