The Abominable Word

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The Abominable Word

    We, We gather and gape in Awe. 
    As the sunshine emerges, in a cascade of mercurial light. 
    Explode, to the other side and snarl like a beast, that barks across the sky.
    Raging, in a blizzard of radioactive green frost. 

    What Child is this? What Child is this?

    Born, or fire. 
    The infants growing taller, 
        into a god, 
        of time. 
    We will be, we will be running out. 

    Growing new elements, hatching in pagan incubators, 
    Contrived atomic energies, carved in the dawn. By the hands of erebus. 

    In the black domed, unfeeling blasphemous dissolusion, what child is this? what child is this?

    Radioactive nemesis. Burn.

    Gama ray, alpha burn particles fuming, Igniting every pulsing cloud. 
    Baptismal, nitrogen bath, washing over us. Like a gyser blasting up from hell.

    Like a gyser blasting up from hell,
    Like a chariot trampling the hands of time, 
    Like a star-born elemental dragon tail,
    Like a furious cosmic thunderclap. 

    What child is this? 
    What child is this?