religious Zebediah . . . 
standing stone still . . . 
abhorring rhythm . . . 
breaking drumsticks . . . 
chewing harmony . . . 
those resonant notes . . . 
into little chits . . . 
every single thing . . . 
calling all around us . . . 
all these blasting fits . . . 
as this fanatic world . . . 
twists and turns . . . 
earth burning up . . .  
our Mother morphing . . .
leaving coarse ash . . .
grieving charcoal . . . 
those remorseful bits . . .
still yearning . . .
chillingly I hear . . . 
Babylon screaming . . . 
everything mashed up . . . 
all those vocal quips . . . 
as Jerusalem burns . . . 
churning in fear . . . 
Zebediah falling . . .
onto broken tribal knees . . . 
praying token something . . . 
articulate only . . .
what spoken God . . .
might ever hear . . . 
dare to kneel . . .
we're nearly there . . .
as reborn Babylon . . . 
this modern Zion reality. . .
condemned it burns . . .
Zebediah feeling . . .
God is dreaming . . .
we're wandering . . .
even crawling . . .
defiantly reeling . . . 
does God truly care . . .
with all this , . .
flame and thunder . . . 
all this brazen blunder . . .
innocence spurting blood . . . 
what would God . . .
simply speak . . .  
what should God . . .
openly say . . . 
or even dare . . .
that burning bush . . . 
those Holy words . . . 
this sacred place . . . 
where we are born . . . 
to live and seek . . . 
yet religious Zebediah . . .
standing silent there . . .
feeling very holy . . . 
wanting ego . . .
to behold sacred . . . 
seeking untold blessed . . .
religious Zebediah dares . . . 
while recidivist war . . . 
invites contiguous corruption . . .
all these mad hurricanes . . .
all this arresting eruption . . .
brings humanity to its knees . . .
while virulent God arrives . . . 
contesting Zebediah's prayers . . .
all this worldly disruption . . .
detesting every burning bush . . .
something David and Solomon . . .
those sorrowful holy cries . . . 
drowning in desert tears . . .
deservedly frown upon . . . 
as for peace and love . . . 
mournfully pouring down . . .
from soulful heaven's gate . . .
but revelation is too late . . . 
so relevant God . . . 
that infinite . . .
Holy finger . . . 
has touched us all . . . 
made us wonder . . . 
let us seek . . .
yet religious Zebediah . . .
something fallen . . .
everything but meek . . .
religious Zebediah . . .
incoherently unbalanced . . .
thinking he was chosen . . .
incongruently able . . .
thinking chosen . . .
meant entranced . . .
religious Zebediah . . .
imagined enlightenment . . .
where he thinks . . .
he's always been . . .
yet never . . .
truly chosen . . .
on consignment . . .
rivers of sacred . . .
universal Holy water . . .
can wash away . . .
unforgiven mortal sins . . .
religious Zebediah . . .
never close to complete . . .
unable to maintain . . .
remain upright . . .
even imagine in kind . . .
that sacramental . . .
burning bush . . .
or actual God's . . .
infinite Holy feet . . . 

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