an old road to Damascus
The beast finds himself on the side of the tyrant
A sum now imbued but subtracted in silence
A whirlpool of design grinds falsely enabled
Chanced by a hand, always willing and able
Man is as woman as child is cursed
Revelation’s conflated by the smartest guys in the room
Adam is censured as is Eve and is Steve
Rearranged in a paradise, easily deceived
Conscious conjecture; purity of mind
Like the moral exemplar; infinity inclined
Chosen as a reckoning
Art is his song —
Now two and two makes five — unless perceived wrong
The logos enthrals as its mystery withdraws
The code is corrupted, and prophecies fulfil
The lamb lies with the lion — aligns the great lie
Eyewash disinfected by purity’s rule
Purity of mind — a universal design
Rearranged and retested
The good now the bad
The ugly the beautiful
The mad now the glad
The loser the poseur
The tyrant the king
They meekly inherit
But are fooled by nothing
Their prophecies once lost on an old road to Damascus
But born again they reclaim all the sins by black sabbath
