We are placed on this earth to commit deicide
To consume the entrails of sacred cows and pious swine
To drink our fill of the intoxicant called irreverence
We are too blessed to waste our breath on worship
We waste our breath on worship
Father raised a vibrant daughter named iconoclast
He abandoned the sallow son known as conformist
Our irrevocable gift is convalescence
Thank God for the blasphemers
Thank God for the restless trespassers
We fever for good reason
Scorn those immobile who sleep peacefully wrapped in sheets fashioned from our bloody hides
May our calluses disturb their slumber
We dream while we are awake
Refuge is untenable
We drink and dance, and scatter the ashes of deities new and old
These insomniac eyes scan the earth in search of pain
May it be relieved
May your bruised soul be set free from the grief of orthodoxy