Freakshow

Come see the cosmos most unattuned adept!
The bastard of spiritual law!
Set your sights on that singular scorn of the temples
Pariah of blessings and awe!
They know the rites and they've practiced the rituals;
From the most simple to stunningly technical!
Runes are carved in their flesh, cast with flowers and ashes and...
Nothing will happen at all!
They can count magic numbers and
Craft meals alchemical;
Try a taste! Have a listen; it's inconsequential!
They learned many spell words; they'll chant if you ask!
Their mind splits in half and fills God in the cracks!
They can cast bones and they can cast circles!
They've studied the Bible and memorized hymnals
Prayed and self flagellated in Perpetual
Spirals!
They'll spiral; spin up and spin down
At no level visions or wisdom abound
They'll do it all sober; straight scathing ascetic,
Or tripping and dripping emetic poetics
But never, not ever, will it be effective!
They give more than mustard seeds, why, they give mountains!
And their blood to sigils and their change to fountains
And lovers and strangers and tithe plates and fae
Their weath and their lifeblood both trickle away for nothing
No magic
No spirit
no answers
Just junkyards of knowledge
Just worlds made of chance