I am Every Enemy Vitriol

I've been shaped into an arm of the most righteous despiser
Whose blessings of rejection burn upon the back of my teeth
The bodies of black sheep pile higher
Sacred cows are culled from the herd of belief
Those drunk on the exception are blind to the law of the rule
And the blood of its soldiers pool before its promise's fated breaking
In the hysteria of your disobedience
I shot my idols likе dogs
Then, upon the praising heads of thе choir
I rained bombs
Spellbound by divine defiance
The gag of allegiance eludes me
I'm freed from the restraints of reverence
Every taboo and tradition I've plunged into the shuddering depths of the sea
Stalking the knife's edge of the liminal
Am I bounding toward annihilation or unearthing reconciliation?
For the black is deep
And the lofty white bright
And all I see are enemies
How can I drink from the shadow and make rid of the light from which it's cast?
For I'd stretch my suffering to heaven to blind the eyes that never sat upon my liberty's past
Those drunk on the exception are blind to the law of the rule
And the blood of its soldiers pool before its promise's fate breaking
I am shaken by the great contradiction from whose helm rattles the head of death with the grain of life's making
What is to be of my next becoming?
What face will you wear in the further unknown?
What shape do you take beyond the static and symbols man has sown?