Oh you heretics, heathens and dissidents,
How I am in love with
The hollowed sockets of your eyes
That they chiselled with furious fingers-
Therein now stands only courage
With which you uproot dogmas of grace,
Reduce gods to mere stone.
Words crystallize into prophecies
In increments the protests grow
Like clouds the fumes of wrath ascend
Like clouds they must explode.