Look at me! The stars are all shining there for me!
Like a zillion leaves on the universe’s tree
But I cannot beseech them, for they will be lost in the clouds
I have no steeples to call on this Christmas; the Church
is like a standing, slipping, stealing edifice on my sense of integrity
You can preach morals; and demoralise everything that is righteous
I have called out hypocrites far too often and been punished for it
God is simply not standing on the peripheries of existence
waiting to be hit with the stones of your unjust violence
against the truth! Do you ever hear the Church bells ringing
with the sin of its historic crimes? Or is that ringing a lullaby
that puts you into a comatose sleep of ignorance? Like zombies
who believe their salvation is waiting in the circus of a lying masquerade
I am not infected by you all belonging to such a belying promise of happiness,
such an inglorious celebration. My glory is in standing alone
and denouncing the untruths that you all have consistently, conveniently
believed in. You can all carol-sing your way to this mystification
of veracity (in defrauding it), to this earthly disgrace. I am God,
who hasn’t drowned in the baptismal depths and not been dirtied
by the touted holy sacramental design (absolution). I am not enthralled
by the offertory of bread and wine! I am not deafened by your pretentious
sanctimonious hymns!
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