The Prophet Obblonge - Untainted By Reverence

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That summer there were at least four people that informed the owner of the establishment
That they had to leave because they could not take a shit in my tenant's bathroom

Usually there was a moment of prescient waiting for the proprietor to respond that, in that
Case, they could use mine
I always said, that's cool, yo, yeah, you should probably go
To the store a mile or so down the highway

Because if you can't shit when about fifty pictures of things with eyes cut out from
Magazines are looking at you, then I'd really rather you didn't come back
This establishment is for the good people of the earth, not those who cower in fear
If your head conjures uneasiness and paralysis from within, if it prevents you from living

From loving, then you have to face your fears, your uncertainties
They will not disappear on their own, only grow, becoming cancers, as you are a cancer
Now upon us, spreading disease throughout our community, weakening and sapping our collective
Strength with unwillingness to grow and accept changes

Take your waste, far, far away from my door, and leave it with your things, the squirrel's
Forgotten buried harvest left unused and rotting in crevices of the same tree
It was born, instead of found purchased upon the firmament, where its potential may flourish
Into life of its own, as it was designed with explosive possibility

Hesitate and be poisoned, feel the discomfort building in the genuine pain, clogging the
Thoroughfares and arteries that once bore commerce, run your mouth as your breath spews
Your shit and stains your countenance, pay your tithe mindlessly in tradition to what
Did not work, and do it far, far away from these walls

You shall not be allowed to present demonstrations of ineptitude dressed in suit and tie and
Uniformity, for the good people of the earth assembled here has experienced enough filth
At your trough carried in by your shit
Pass and be eliminated, may your corpse decay into elements that can be better put to use

Than the directional inertia weakly, and then uncertainly, without reason or reasons, only
An afterthought as an excuse, steeped in fairytale make-believe, begun in error and championed
By your untruths, attempting to disguise the newborn virus your vile figure has come to
Disseminate upon us

Be gone and get behind me and mine, you are not welcome here
Take your shit, and may the flowing universal solvent return it eons ahead, as potential
Recovered from the waste you have in evil intent brought forth
Make leave and only come whimpering back twice removed from your demise, for we are the good

People of the earth, and we have the ability to transmute lead into rhodium, to direct
Energy as we see fit through practice and understanding gleaned from awareness and patience
And remembrance untainted by reverence
Quadruple the speed of your plodding, trudging gait, away, far away, and hesitate only when

The bone and sinew producing motion underneath your fetid torso fall apart into gelatinous
Components
The power flowing as the earth rotates in this flash of dawn compels you
You are not one of us, you are one of them

Get back where you belong, in the sepulcher sealed underneath the stone slab, being reclaimed
Into the loam via the tubes of the conqueror worms

Written by:
Michael Mackenzie

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