PSALMS 2 TO 7

PSALM 2: Credo

If there is no God, there is no right or wrong. There are only consequences.
If there is no God, there is no such thing as Justice. There is only Vengeance.

PSALM 3: The Psalm of the Wretched

Vengeance is my shepherd, I shall not want.
He maketh me rise up in bloody splendor.
He leadeth me to the field of battle.
He inflameth my hatred.
He guideth me to smite with cruelty for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I shall feel no mercy
For thou art with me,
Thy sword and thy spear they provoke me.
Thou preparest my weapons for me in the presence of mine enemy.
Thou anointest my heart with fire.
My wrath runneth over.
Surely, everlasting fury will sustain me all the days of my life
And I shall reign in the house of the wretched forever.

PSALM 4: The Psalm of Despair

And so we go on with our petty little lives, desperately thinking that our loves and our triumphs and our heartaches and our sins are smashingly original. Meanwhile, the universe would mourn our deaths no more than we would mourn the passing of a speck of dust.

PSALM 5: Wrath

My wrath is a knife
Enwrapped in a feast of flesh:
A riot for the senses.

PSALM 6: Dear Future Daughter…

Dear Future Daughter:

If I tell you that all men are animals, I would be lying.
If I tell you that all men want to do to you the worst thing that you can possibly think of, I would also be lying.
Fortunately, there are truly decent men out there.
Unfortunately, they are very few.
Fewer than you can imagine.
You may never even meet one in your entire life.
So you might as well live your life believing that, indeed, all men are animals.

Love,
Dad

PSALM 7: As It Haunts Me, So Shall It Haunt You

My mind is a strange and uncouth beast.
It races with wolves.
It fornicates with lightning bolts.
I seize it from the stars.
I wrestle it to the ground.
It pleads like a lover.
It bleeds like a whore.
With it I unleash poetry from my asshole.
With it I cleanse the world of all that offends me.

My heart is Elijah clothed in Persian fire.
It tears through the godless streets of Babylon.
It is a fistful of righteousness.
It is the Hammer of the Lord.
A thing to behold.
Filled to the brim with Empyrean light.

My soul is a child with a loaded revolver.
It stares into the barrel.
The universe snarls back.

I pull the trigger and I murder God.

THE PSALMS OF HATRED:
Psalm 1 (Video)