The Rising

There are vampiric wanderings in my mind today.  I see signs of life in the atmosphere.  I am baby to this cult that I elevate to the status of nation.  Germany sings today and a neonazi witch wanders my way.  I wish to be free so I vanquish her with a steely song and a poetic rhyme.  I feel pretty slow as I patter on this keyboard.  Belief can stutter in my head when evil comes my way.  Soldiers stand ready, even with a bayonette.  Everyone has his genre and the military whispers of a grand grandfathers funeral. 

I have love for those I have found waiting at the intersection.  I know they did wrong, but I invite them to enter as we create what is right.  Punishment is part of the cure, but my two masters will meter that out.
I had a dream with David Boreanis last night.  We were weapons for a new type of FBI.  Only creatives can join.  I will make him director of THE BUREAU for now.  Only down low directors have the amazing abilities you have.  Spike is back.  I think JAMES MASTERS will be the perfect new singer for COLDPLAY.  Connections need to be severed to form a more perfect union.

Mall of America.  I put you on high alert.  People want to use witchcraft (confusion) abilities to steal from Best Buy.  Macy's will be next and so on and so on.

I sit in your food court observing the clicks and ticks.  The moon rises in me and a new werewolf heals at my knee.  We will call him DEMON for now.  Loving licks tickle my toes and he is divine in his material entity form.  Demon will cruise the pits of hell and demolish all who are not worthy.  I love him from the motion box and a kiss on the cheek is the christening he receives.  Demon the light is in your eyes and the rising of our times is scrawled on the bathroom walls.  Keep your chest high and filled with breaths of thunder.  Your garmnts are quaint and I am now ready for you to perform.