Psalm 7

[an Evasion of David from Cush to the Lord]

O despot, harborage I dock in you
Stall them, aid my break-out of this pursuit
For if they catch me, who can salvage me?
They will surely ribbon out my flesh.

Dear God!  If I have painted evil’s hue,
These hands of mine stained red, in vain pollute.
If war’s now waged ‘tween peaceful friends and me
Or I have now unjustly robbed my foe
Then let each one soon snatch me, stamp me out
In waking, sleeping, dying – kiss the dirt.

Arise, Good Tyrant, set your fury loose
Berate this sea of enemies irate
Awake, good justice, all earth’s people come
Tower above each one atop your stand
Overrule all nations trumped up charges
Judge me, Good King, judge by righteousness
If I can stand by my integrity
O God – see hearts, end violence, make it right.

God is my city wall, hold back their storm
My rescue comes in your defensive hope
True wrath surges from you, a daily tide
If you don’t yield, your double-edge will whet!
Your longbow bends, notched full of blazing shafts
Smoke shall billow ever outward from them…

Anyone who sleeps with evil
Surely will conceive.
Anyone who then conceives,
Soon swells in pregnancy.
Those pregnant now will have a child
Born for all to see

His name is “Disillusionment,”
Filled hollow with deceit.
So dig a hole with scoffer’s lies
Fall into consequence
Your pit will surely bury you
To pay my recompense

Violence is your folly.
(Violence is your fall)
Lies today seem jolly.
(Those Lies will kill you all.)

Thanks to King for his firm-standing rightness
Praise his name, He alone is “Highness.”

Author: Lancelot Schaubert

Lancelot Schaubert has sold his written work to markets like The New Haven Review, McSweeney’s, The Poet’s Market, Writer’s Digest (magazine and books), Poker Pro, Encounter, The Misty Review, Carnival, Brink, and many other similar markets. He reinvented the photonovel through Cold Brewed and was commissioned by the Missouri Tourism Board to create a second photonovel — The Joplin Undercurrent — that both fictionalizes and enchants the history and culture of Joplin, Missouri. His work terraforms new worlds, tears the veil between the natural and supernatural, and jests with the paradoxes of classical metaphysics. When he’s not writing (or tinkering with cinema-ish narrative), he’s dabbling in dozens of different books, listening to people tell their life stories, camping, fishing, exploring unfamiliar territory (there’s a lot in New York), tinkering with new languages (Spanish, currently), exploring random disciplines like chemical engineering, as well as messing around with improv comedy (at UCB) and leisure de main and music. PLEASE SEND SOUP — he loves soup. Yes, even if it’s summer. Find him in Brooklyn, New York with his wife, Tara, and their attack spaniel, Echo.

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