Gods Were Changing

After carbon dating 
you will find- 
that pain does not shimmer. 
 
The terror of words 
and words of terror, testify 
against the predator 
for twisting a confession. 
 
The world will never be the same! 
 
The savage cool 
of the landscape, turns me on. 
I decide to burn the 
god books. 
 
A charcoal portrait on the wall 
tells the truth. The blackbird 
will come stealthily. Radar 
was aimed at the temple of love. 
 
The world will never be the same!