The God Eater, the False Trumpet


I saw a flag: red, white, and black
and felt in us a widening crack.
Inside it lay the blackest black
where Jesus Christ was crying.
For on the brightest, violent screens
the kind that make the eyeballs bleed
the kind that make the body scream
arrived the biggest ego
the world had seen.

Oh country raised on sweet, easy fruit
wake now on your rotten root.
Hear now through the dark pollute:
the great hearse descending.
For outside your blackest black,
where bodies crash and bombs will blast
soon you won't know how to mask
that the whole world is bleeding.

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