When she prayed for the spirit of truth, he lost his mind and found God.
She imagined it was just a cruel coincidence, but in Truth, God held a chalice of jagged riddles to her lips and pried her mouth open. Her mind told her it was against her will, but it wasn't. She had prayed for this. She choked and struggled violently to spit out its contents, but the King of Zion held His hand over her face and yea did He force her to swallow. Her throat bled from the barbs and she cried out in wild despair. Now the Zeitgeist dwelt within her. She coughed and gasped and spat up the poisoned blood of the collective.
I have been poured out like water, scattered are all my bones...
Meanwhile, he who had found God wandered the ashen streets, decoding signs everywhere. The stoplights revealed to him the benevolent tools that would dismantle the kernel of his genius. The pattern of footprints in the snow declared the majestic mosaic of corporate crimes deflected by soot and crosses.
He meandered through the city, making pilgrimage to the holy sepulchre downtown. A black limousine circled the block, and prophesied of super-goats who would bleed the subterranean venom from his wounds. The bitter northeast winds warned of bullocks and lions who would sow adversity and mutter money with their muddied mouths.
When he pounded on her door in the middle of the night, he awakened her from a dream of the Serpent Mounds.
My heart is become like wax melting in the midst of my bowels, my strength is dried up like a potsherd...
She peered out the window before letting him in.
"They've ravished the cathedral," he cried softly and collapsed into the fetal position on her living room floor. "The judge is coming, only he can dissolve your karma in his cup and reveal the cavern of your sins."
She glanced at her clock. It was Revelations 3:16.
My tongue hath cleaved to my throat, into the dust of death hast Thou brought me down
He pierced her with his pale, bloodshot eyes, "Manifest His incandescent kingdom or He will spit you out of his mouth," he wept.
Many dogs have encircled me...
She woke three hours later, relieved to find that he was gone. When she stood up from her couch, the rug of her life was ripped out beneath her and she fell to her knees.
the congregation of evil doers hath surrounded me...
A wind blew back the veil of the roof, and now, she too, could see the skeletons fornicating in the clouds.
I am like an owl in a ruined house...
Now, she too, could see the faces pressed in anguish against a cellophane dimension in the sky.