Blacken the Sun
Blacken the sun — I would rather eat dirt!
Nursing a soul enervated and hurt,
Raised by the towering Christ in the sky,
But cast unto Sheol to die.
Blacken the daylight with curtains of fog!
Smother the sun with the dross from the bog,
Crush the light lame with a heathenish hoof,
Spit at the sun from thy roof!
Blacken the angels in reverent song!
Curse at their merry melodious throng,
Testify loud that the devil is proud,
With Jesus again disavowed.
Blacken the eyes of the saints of the cross!
Sneer at the fallen creation — such loss!
Tether thy spirit to whorls of decay,
Lurching in endless affray.
Blacken the ghost that would sing of the host,
God fearing spirits that happily boast,
Jesus has won! Nay, the end has begun,
Blacken the glow of the sun!
Blacken the glory in Adam bestowed,
Blacken the love that once kindled and glowed,
Blacken the afternoon sunlight that plays,
Stranded in destitute days…
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