The Devil Goes to Charlottesville – Allie/Dances With Tricksters

tarot

Crushed velvet is the somber night,
so fragile in its milk star beauty,
I’m burning in the fiery angel’s arms
and to slake my thirst, I summon you
harbinger of my doom, scorpion poison,
you are the last fuck of the universe,
after only stardust and ruin is left,
the final petit mort of the Big Crunch,
and all God can do is say “Damn it all,”
and he sleeps under the Reaper’s blade,
Death has insomnia, and answers all calls
even that of a frightened girl in 2017
so far away from World’s End, but we
didn’t start the fire, the wheel must
turn, and I’m splayed between spokes
the archangel binds me with a kiss,
but you embrace me from behind, oil
rainbows and cool snakeskin slither,
you put chains back on me and shit,
this isn’t what I want, my pact with
you is out of fear, for I need rot
like maggots to cleanse worldly wounds
somehow in my dream stupor I believe
wholeheartedly I can control Satan
and send him out with wrath to right
the alt-right, Trump, white supremacy
stress is getting to me, I barfed six
times last night after I swallowed the
pills that keep me sane, keep me safe,
nowhere is safe, Charlottesville burned,
and I turn to my greatest enemy for
revenge, I let hell back into my life,
my abuser has returned to wreak havoc
at my command, and my id gives a last
orgasmic ceremonial moan, taw claim,
I chant Hebrew summonings in my sleep,
and you collar me with blackest gloam
for I dance with monsters for justice,
I send the Devil after human shitstains,
Samael is coming for you alt-right fucks,
I curse in my sleep these days, and I
am willing to pay the ferryman blood,
don’t try Satan’s bride, for she knows
no respect for tyrants and racists, I
am a master of VITRIOL, so burn sulfur
bruises into the skin of the damned,
for your tiki torches pale in comparison
to what Gehenna’s flames will devour,
your searing flesh, your cracking bones
in the afterlife, pain, a rood upon you.

The Devil went down to Charlottesville,
and I sent hellhounds after the sinners.
The final bell will toll for the damned,
and hatred will melt into agony in time.

For tyrants fall, and nooses break necks.

I will hang my victims from yew trees high.

And their rotting corpses will sway, a sign
that you don’t fuck with special snowflakes
like me, that count themselves among the dead.

The Devil will eviscerate the Nazis, and I
will laugh as their broken bodies pile high,
pile high.

17 thoughts on “The Devil Goes to Charlottesville – Allie/Dances With Tricksters

  1. An amazing powerful statement. The writing made me think of Allen Ginsberg, Hebrew prophets (Isaiah and Ezekiel especially), and sections of the Norse Eddas. It has a primal authoritative anger and energy to it that is captivating, moving and inspiring. Thank you for sharing this with us.

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