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Son of who?
Contributed by
Incognito_Bombastus
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Monday, 22nd June 2009 @ 10:22:48 PM in AEST
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Son of who?
'For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders,adulteries, fornications, thefts,false witness, blasphemies: They are the things which defile man'. Matthew 15. 19-20 KJV
"Father forgive them for they know not what they've done. I've died a virgin supposedly as my mothers son"
Wooden Christ suffer your eternal burning,
The perverse appetite unknown, to your stomach churning,
The weakness of the man burninng.
The murders, fornications and blasphemies are the ways of men.
Time honed and homoured
Cherished infamies.
Again and yet again.
The Lykian prowls your pedestal
The blood of Christ to lap and clot,
This cadaverous abomination your empty lot.
A cobbled cruxifixion little man,
Your life a misguided span.
Bring the axe, Bring the axe!
Abhore your fathers kingdom
Grasp your own in wisdoms freedom.
Stand against the might of Rome Jew,
Fool, die betrayed, alone and abused.
Your brother guessed right, Lucifer
That beast who filled his coffers
While you starved,
He laughed.
Spread eagle against the careless sky
Elemental prey to birds carrion,
You cry splayed
Clarrion to a deaf god.
Give unto caeser what is his
Your meat his whim.
Your end this vertical wrack.
Saul of Tarsus, epileptic spare
Spins a tale of a donkey, an ass
A deadend game in your guise and name,
Your punchlines the price of fame.
Swallow the vinegar
That'll be all thats writ.
The blood from your side is pouring still
With licences to kill.
The limp soul and body growing chill;
But in your name death doth take pride,
Clasps you as murderer to his side and
Coverts you as virginal bride.
We conquor under your banner
We drive out others in cruxified manner.
The wood of the tree of life eternal
Is the sacred secret of death infernal.
The soul upon the gate is the talisman of those who seperate and hate.
Erected on your plinth of bone
Golgatha's skulls your throne.
Calvary is heavens steps as
The nameless skulls eyes gape.
The rubies of your wounds
The saphires of your tears.
In agony summon the hounds
- the end engenders vengeful forms and fears when it comes.
The defilement of man is alone in your
Stigmated hands.
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Incognito_Bombastus
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Re: Son of who?
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by Lele on
Tuesday, 23rd June 2009 @ 06:52:22 PM AEST
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Very critic, with many bible allusions and metaphors. As a being who says that all from his species are brothers and seeing just because a money, language and culture as a foe, it's a contraction. And this (with more profundity than I say) put on the poem, one strong as th sermons of John Edwards.
Congratuations,
Leandro Monteiro. |
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