pneumatic battle

[novapsyche]

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<blockquote><i><size=-1>You too, O Madmen, will be silenced;
the sword will pursue you.</i> -- Jeremiah 48:2</size></blockquote>

The Lord, my exoskeleton,
my gauntlet right hand,
gold escutcheon, hallowed
helmet. Thy kingdom come.
Thy future be done
on Earth, as it has already
in the heavens. Forgive me my
intense and icy blade, the silence
I wield, held to the neck
of the false skin of self
but drawing no blood. This
instrument's clean. My daily bread
is the stone upon which I sharpen
this, my soul. The <i>eidelon</i> has broken.
Lead me not into slumber, but deliver
<i>anamnesis</i>, for thy namesake.
For thy breath is thy castle, and thy
spires shall draw forth from the void
forever. <i>A-men.</i>