TH3 PR0PH3C13S 0F TH3 D00M3D...

the prophecies of the doomed 
have always been colorful; 
black and white truths are sheltered 

SONG OF THE DAY: I Heard My Mother Call My Name In Prayer

The thing I love about music, and really all art, is this is essentially just “Mama Tried” but in the most moanful lonesome dramatic ass way possible. What a jam.

SONG OF THE DAY: If You Believe Your God Is Dead

This is a good jam for these trying ass times.

N0B0DY C4N S4V3 Y0V BVT...

nobody can save you but 
yourself - born again in heart, 
cleansing self of too much brain 

N0 M4T3R14L S4V1NGS...

no material savings 
are worth sacrificing the 
only life you’re guaranteed 

TRYN4 R3C0GN1Z3 SP1R1T...

tryna recognize spirit 
instead of intelligence, 
because smart ain’t always good 

C4ST1NG GL0R1F13D 1NT3NT...

casting glorified intent 
out unto the universe, 
hoping somebody responds 

SL0WLY ST41NL3SS ST33L 3Y31NG...

slowly stainless steel eyeing 
our way to neuroscience 
path towards spiritual peace 

PR0SP3R1TY G0SP3L F41LS...

prosperity gospel fails 
to acknowledge how a day 
of reckoning still awaits 

G1V1NG 4BSTR4CT QV4NT1TY...

giving abstract quantity 
dominion over our heart 
has somehow left us empty 

4NY0N3 WH0'S PR0M1S1NG...

anyone who’s promising 
salvation while still tethered 
to existence is lying 

J3SVS P0NT1F1C4T1NG...

Jesus pontificating

on how double-sixes is

the only real dominoes

W4ND3R1NG W1TH0VT PVRP0S3...

wandering without purpose

many nights, motivated

only by desire to seek

TW3LV3 PR4Y1NG H4NDS 3M0J1S...

twelve praying hands emojis

in a row texts from strangers,

talking shit about Jesus

sold and did mad LSD;

don't really talk about it

though because now I’ve got kids

faux concrete jesus stares down

at his faded purple cleats,

sizing up penalty kick

dark face of religions when

a prophet's open-heart words

become close-fisted dogma

J.J.'s black Jesus painting

at top of Raven Mack's "just

won the lottery” wish list

concrete jesus hovering

over decayed carcasses

buried with ornate markers

j e s a b

word prophecies frozen in

fundamentalism lack

soul fire’s furious spirit