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for kali
she is nothing, the mother of everything
the energy wave that crashes matter to shore
the black before god finds the light
every birth born from the bed of her death
you will find her in the yolk that beaks to break a shell
the seed that cracks to curling tower, the babe that suckles to king and queen
the lover that eats her mate, the mother that eats her young
find her when hunger stabs love and bleeds a meal for life
in the black-lava knife that milks a million throat-teats of blood
to slake the sweltering thirst of the blazing sun
find her in the fire forged nails that bled the saviors hands
the hammer swinging thwack that hung the body on the tree
in every son drop of blood that drips to earth
she is the open mouth demon drinking heaven from the pain
as each droplet scream spawns from her split-tongue flame
and her howls take the form of every war in the battlefield of life
and when your enemies prepare to out carve and gnaw your heart
you will pray to her in the cemetery of your demise to spare your mortal life
then victor and the vanquished will see her in glory-full chaos creating destruction
her mercy is cold like the stone heart of the world mountain
her shattered tears are the sand souls of all sentient beings turned to glass
in the last light of day she comes on the bright wounds that wrap the earth
in the blood-drunk red-coal eyes of her fury
in the tornado snake strikes of her black cloud-coiled hair
she raises the blade that holds every death above her mane
in the other hand she plucks your head from the spine
like fruit from a stem, burns off the skin
adds your skull to the belt of bones that garland
her severed hands of warriors skirt
every living thing is dead
her lolling tongue laps pools of loss
her crimson eyes roll to white blind energy
the music of screams echo a song to drive her frenzied dance
she stomps with a planet crushing power that will put every star dark
the light of the lamb appears to lay with the lion
she stomps like the holy ghost
buddah floats on lotus blooms beneath the boddhi tree
she stomps like nirvanna
the last prophet, muhammad sings the morning prayer
she stomps like a virgin reward
till shiva, her love, lays under her thrashing claw-foot
and her energy is taken into the matter-heart of his being
and in her calm the world is allowed to live again
the energy wave that crashes matter to shore
the black before god finds the light
every birth born from the bed of her death
you will find her in the yolk that beaks to break a shell
the seed that cracks to curling tower, the babe that suckles to king and queen
the lover that eats her mate, the mother that eats her young
find her when hunger stabs love and bleeds a meal for life
in the black-lava knife that milks a million throat-teats of blood
to slake the sweltering thirst of the blazing sun
find her in the fire forged nails that bled the saviors hands
the hammer swinging thwack that hung the body on the tree
in every son drop of blood that drips to earth
she is the open mouth demon drinking heaven from the pain
as each droplet scream spawns from her split-tongue flame
and her howls take the form of every war in the battlefield of life
and when your enemies prepare to out carve and gnaw your heart
you will pray to her in the cemetery of your demise to spare your mortal life
then victor and the vanquished will see her in glory-full chaos creating destruction
her mercy is cold like the stone heart of the world mountain
her shattered tears are the sand souls of all sentient beings turned to glass
in the last light of day she comes on the bright wounds that wrap the earth
in the blood-drunk red-coal eyes of her fury
in the tornado snake strikes of her black cloud-coiled hair
she raises the blade that holds every death above her mane
in the other hand she plucks your head from the spine
like fruit from a stem, burns off the skin
adds your skull to the belt of bones that garland
her severed hands of warriors skirt
every living thing is dead
her lolling tongue laps pools of loss
her crimson eyes roll to white blind energy
the music of screams echo a song to drive her frenzied dance
she stomps with a planet crushing power that will put every star dark
the light of the lamb appears to lay with the lion
she stomps like the holy ghost
buddah floats on lotus blooms beneath the boddhi tree
she stomps like nirvanna
the last prophet, muhammad sings the morning prayer
she stomps like a virgin reward
till shiva, her love, lays under her thrashing claw-foot
and her energy is taken into the matter-heart of his being
and in her calm the world is allowed to live again
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