New Messiah Of The Week

Ashton Nyte

she met him in a darkened room

he had issues with the light

his hair combed back from his face

his jacket pulled on tight

she'd never thought of running away

she'd never thought of faith

he took her arm and he took her thoughts

and with a look of gentle grace said "follow me"

away from this whorish noise

away from philistine

they walked through the radium fields

the salt, the shore, the brine (he said)

"i'll show you where to start

i'll show you how to cry

don't judge the weaker men

don't wallow in your pride, just follow me"

she said "everyone has a borrowed opinion

everybody's read a book

'the science of discrimination'

'the art of looking good'

and i don't need another pagan ritual

i've seen 'lord of the rings'

don't give me self-realization

or oprah's pick of the week"

"and i don't feel much for politics

i'm not into black comedy

give me the fundamentals"

he smiled once moe and said "follow me"

we've learned to shake the system

so well that we've become

another system bent on shaking

all that has been done

i'm so tired of being told

about enlightment inside

if god was contained within us

hey what about suicide?

show me a celestial force

content with being raped

show me that inner power

happy to be maimed

i've set my sights on something

something bigger than myself

"we're all fucked up in some way

we all could use some help, so follow me"