Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.
"The Avatar expectorates absolution on his Executioner"
Circa B.C.
I'm a believer I told Jesus, but I still have this crucifixion job
A mere minion of the state, so about that forgiveness stuff
I hope you can mutter my own as I fracture & nail your tibia God.
After all, your limbs might be stuck but not your pristine jaw
The receptacle of the tissues of God, an infallible spiritual tongue
Where antedeluvian liquids are drawn, saliva as pure as syrup & rum
Shower me with unconditional love, but instead you expel a sickening cough
& spit on me blood! Show me any sign of divinity, anything, even pixie dust!
Let miracles come, until then I must inflict on you misery's touch
Oh lord,
Heal my visceral wrongs, ignorant thoughts, & unbearable itchy crotch
I can configure the cross, ease your pain from the prison your hung
Just reveal to me your not a religious nut spouting biblical law,
Vestigial fibs riddled with superstitious talk of fictitious floods
See, I specialize in hellish pain, gibbets, saws, & impalement stakes
I've welt and chained many helpless slaves, mental impairment awaits
Egad!
That gob of blood you discharged became the most surreal angelic rain
Streaming into me the Virgin Mary's psychedelic face, heaven's gaze.
Last edited by UnbornBuddha; 01-04-2015 at 03:24 AM.
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