The old kings on the Rungs

Unabnegant in accord the old kings on the rungs;
And for all their colossal wickednesses and wrongs
Having corrupted all with bribery and fear
They dare anybody to say ‘let there be light…’
When they the oro of politics without wear
In the parade of dark forces of pitchest night
In cult movement, and you dare bid upon the darkness
Light to show the living cadaver of their nakedness!
To drown the gods in the spate of veritas
And wake us from our somnambulist beds
You must be the lamb of the dammed authority,
It’s a bludgeoned sacrament of denudity.
Night-keep at the secret keep,
The revelation of truth makes you sacrificial,
For ‘evil lieth at the door’ to have your life shed…
The wed-bottom-lock of the gods and the land,
And thou art the Abel on this transpondent grandstand.

Oro: in the Yoruba culture Oro is a secret cult for men only

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