‘I Am an American’

 

Piles of bloody, dying bodies –

Women, men, little babies –

Pierced by bullets,

Ripped apart by exploding bombs.

Such an exquisite sight;

Such delicate beauty.

To touch that warm blood,

To feel it between my fingers,

To taste it on my tongue –

The delight is . . .

Inexpressible:

I am in ecstasy!

Gliding through the astral plane

With the beings of light

That have visited me and taught me

While in my vile, disgusting flesh.

I am special, they tell me,

I am chosen.

I will recreate the world

In my own image,

 . . .

The rest is at https://www.reckonin.com/walt-garlington/i-am-an-american.

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Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!

Anathema to the Union!