Address to the Albion Faithful

1
Steel shaft caught the sun
In a spinning four-pronged star
Obsidian eye
Set in cold bronze clasp
Clenched in artery-mapped fist;
March into daylight

2
O people! Hear the word of Boone
and cower
This is the judgement hour.
Blessed
is the man who God corrects;
Do not despise the discipline of
The Almighty.
The foul tar
of Sin
stains you all;
A plague afflicts you.
Our sovereign land grows bleak.
Seek
not to cast the blame
Outside our hallowed borders.
We have none!
God
Is a sphere
Whose centre is everywhere
And circumference
Nowhere.
This cancer,
Canker, rank defilement
That chokes,
suffocates
with its putrid stench
Floweth not
from the bowels of some distant
Inscrutable Foe
but from within,
Nourished and protected
by you
All of you;
The very lambs it intends to devour
Out, out
unholy parasite!
Today
I unmask thee.

So
who afflict us
who infect with
tongue forked and
hooves cloven?

Who do I blame
Who dare defame
My flock
God's people
God's great nation?
Who as we build
tear down?
Who as we weep
cackle?
Who like
Ten thousand maggots gnaw
at the Ecclesiarchy's core?

Look around -
May the scales fall from thine eyes
that you may
See.
Heed well
My Righteous Admonishment;
For none is
guiltless.

4
I name them:

The House
of Hanover;

Myopic nullifidians
Crass latitudinarians
Fat laissez-faire agrarians
Grown bloated on your crop!
Thine sullied souls a toll must pay
Thine barren hearts God's wrath shall till
'Til rills of blood from killed do spill
Our pastures green shall drink their fill.

The House
of Miyamoto;

O technocratic hypocrites
With digital homunculi
Which toil to bless and sanctify
The bunk blank bankers ratify.
Replete with Death, God's armoury
Bereft, blaspheming binary
Beget yet more false finery
I'll see it smashed to atoms!

The House
of Martin-Wallace;

O spineless truthless soulless wraiths
O fetid faithless fabulists
You shroud yourselves in noxious mists
To evade righteous mailed fists.
And though God's voice you try to mute
The words of Justice penetrate
To chide deride and castigate
Damnation your eternal fate.

5
Three Houses - built on sands of Sin
God's Wrath shall send them crashing in.

6
Exit Boone; the star
sliding from his crozier
The crowd's lazy yawn
grows fainter, duller;
Caraspex bubble closes.
Lungs wheeze in, wheeze out.