Gods Were Changing

After carbon dating 
you will find― 
that pain does not shimmer. 

The terror of words 
and words of terror, testify 
against the predator 
for twisting a confession. 

The world will never be the same! 

The savage cool 
of the landscape, turns me on. 
I decide to burn the 
god books. 

A charcoal portrait on the wall 
tells the truth. The blackbird 
will come stealthily. Radar 
was aimed at the temple of love. 

The world will never be the same!