Should I feel apathetic to sunrise or sunset
like I knew a pretension from an adversary
before it struck me like a dagger; I don’t
see any victory in falling to pitfalls, but I
have risen from every grave! You think,
I didn’t know myself like you all do
waiting for a messiah, who is your defrauded
hope, knowledge and wisdom. That subsequent light
of the Church, who changed his name, and spread the lies,
has lived an eternity in rapine; with no shadow of remorse
Did such love preclude your wars? Or you were hastily
defeating God and his prophets, because they seemed lost and vulnerable?
And I am compelled to choose between fish and moon
because the evil warden of my prison wants to set his teeth
into everything else. I certainly have love, but can’t love to be loved!
So let Mohammad take cudgels with your cross
You can have it all misbegotten and mistaken
I am just secretly beginning to believe that I can’t
take away emotions of the ignorant for the treacherous
that feeds you; and sublimates my love
and loyalties to every corner I wish not
to anoint. And what about my convictions
snubbed by non-believers, foraged by criminals
Integrity is flawless but it is subject
to a blatant deviousness. You all don’t see
that murderers have taken the pillars of
your temples. And, in turn, have agonisingly
inflicted mine, so I must abandon them in disgust!
I am alone, transfixed in a motley ruse, because
ignorance reigns among you. And I am a grandmaster
who must sacrifice his chess-pieces, and so often be reckless
in his blindfolds. And what should I make of
the stealthy whores (evil men) trying to consummate me
through morphing into the identities of the ones I love
I didn’t even intend all this sodomous liaison to materialise
even as a one-night stand. The trespassers have a calculation
to feed on my sperm so that the future is lost to me!
And my intrepidity be a dead embryo in their wombs!
I only want bedpartners I love; Fuck off vultures!
My soul is no cadaver in your unethical desert!
I really want to get you all off my hands!
Be gone! Be gone! Be gone! Begone! Be gone!
I’d rather be vacuous, than have to ingest poison
through every pore and orifice of my soul!
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