The Goat

Showbread - The Goat

I remember everything

To be what I’ve become

A willingness for anything

That can and must be done

I remember writhing in the womb

Wrapped up in viscous gloom

My will is calling out like a sweeping plague

Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain

I remember thinking once

That love could never die

But love is small and very frail

And can’t be kept alive

Unless you love the one

For whom roars this internal din

The love that devours everything

The love of self burns within

My will is calling out like a sweeping plague

Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain

Raping what is left of you

Two flesh becoming one

My will is everywhere

My will be done

My will is calling out like a sweeping plague

Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain

Raping what is left of you

Two flesh becoming one

My will is everything

My will be done

End

Showbread - The Goat