The Mark of the Beast

A Song to the Lamb

Plant your flag,
o space cadet--
o wounded lamb--
on me like Marvin Martian.

And so, to him who sits upon the throne,
   and to Christ the Lamb,
Be worship and praise, dominion and splendor,
   in the twenty-fourth-and-one-half century,
   for ever and for evermore.

If Any Be a Hearer of the Word, and Not a Doer, He is Like unto a Man Beholding His Natural Face in a Glass

O Babylonian looking glass--
like Habakkuk I complain--

describe my face, that holiest holy,
 mouth, like Asaph, singing my own praise;
describe my brows, limned with pride,
 the ark of my own covenant;
describe my eyes, two tablets,
 a law inscribed by my own finger;

for spoiling and violence are before me.
O Lord,
how long shall I cry out?

This Is He That Came By Water and Blood; or, They Shall Look on Him Whom They Pierced

I make water;
You make wine--
I, man, vulgar;
You, divine.

You changed wine
in for water--
spilling both
in paschal slaughter.