Fire put together what grew,
whispers pierced eardrums with their screech,
and angels spoke from under muddy fields.
Dark days inspired.
Grace’s power soured in the cup.
Everyone wept, but Jesus.
The toasted bread of the prophets became burnt offerings.
Commandments were cast over cliffs.
And Ao screamed.
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Thank you to my favorite mad ones for publishing this piece! Linda