Of Messiahs and Fate
(Right versus Left)
‘Damned fools…
The lot of them’
God can be heard mumbling from his shabby apartment
Stuck
Somewhere
In the slums of Detroit.
Jesus, seated on his right,
Winces and coves his eyes
While the pretty whore with painted nails
Purrs out
A pleasurable left side symphony
‘They only want to pursue the greater
Fleshly goods’ she spews
With emphasis on ‘greater’ while she fondles her breast
In some pseudo-religious rapture
God smirks and runs his crooked
Omnipotent fingers through her dirty locks
Of cherry-red, false crimson hair
‘Such a good girl’, he murmurs
‘Such a pretty little sin’
‘Spare me’ mutters Jesus
While turning to look out the 5th story window.
Someday somehow somewhere
While God’s busy fucking that farce of a devil
He’ll commit suicide
And be rid of this wretched state of life
Oh, he’s got it figured out all right,
Bless our dear Jesus…
Dressed in the purest of white
Blood dripping from pale arms
As the rope swings nearly shrouded
In a sea of cherry blossoms…
A saccharine springtime death…
He’ll whisper
Just before the fall…
‘Spill your tears, gentle servants…
Weep…
For this is my own great act
Of self-righteous
Escape-a-fate-worse-than-crucifixion
Finality.’ |
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