That Noize Under Seige

There is a people who have accrued the power of Brahma
but have shut Ishvara out of The House

As long as the Axis remains off centre
according to human framings,
this storm will continue to gale

Where the foot of the spinning top remains indefinitely repelled,
the sharp periphery looms towards the gates

Like stopping a hurtling tanker without breakpads,
Siberia's beasts shall horn to perforate Babylon's drums
And Tiong Hua sparks are going to fly with a terrifying screech

And once the dust has settled,
God will be out of the people's slimy grasp

For He will not be scorned;
the sharing of this light
must not be without love

The gift will not be possessed by greed
But only ever held in hearts of grace