Time has Come

Cast it off, you idiot.

Blunt, I know, but the time has come.

You're going to dredge up something beautiful,

And if it hurts, you've done it (write),

Because there's a whole fucking symphony in there,

Scream like one.

This means that there's something there,

This is not a game.

There's a phenomenal force just below the surface.

I don't care how you give it voice,

Slough your skin like a chrysalis,

The dawn will sparkle across you

Incandescent at last -

But you'll lose your face and your name and who you are.

Do it anyway.

The time has come.

Take away this lie,

I haven't the use for it anymore.

I'll gorge myself until I explode,

The rot and the filth

and the bloated, bloated bodies.

I care not for your gods and devils,

The time has come to sate this hunger.

You're disgusting, but the time has come.

Down on your belly in the dirt.

I'm going to feel it all,

You can't bottle it up

in twisty-up places

crevices of will that will spill over,

And when at last it crashes down

like the fucking tide,

you'll be washed away

- or at the very least, pickled.

And you can't feel it all,

But I can, and I will.

Because the time has come to give that all voice.

So clutch at straws, you fool.

Strawman hands, stick-thin lines,

The ground will tilt under your feet,

You are nothing on this earth,

Less than nothing,

A mewling, whimpering whelp.

And yet you spin the whole fucking world

on the axis.

You're the axis.

And the time has come to make your presence felt.

So ground your feet

and scream.

You'll break the fucking earth with your might.