Did you think Satan loved only himself
and nobody else? The mass at the Centric
end was called Black; black as the light
it shone! We didn’t know, did we? Climbing a
ladder and falling over each other with Heavenly lies!
It’s not God who takes you, with drooling teeth
He is not responsible for the sin you were led
to believe. So that you are just going to end up
on the outer edges, floating, floating, floating
weightless in the gravity of a frozen sea. God prefers
the spark of fireflies to the daunting spider!
Who means to deceive you with imposed belief? God was never there
in the location of your first illusion of beauty
after-death, then the shock makes your illusions crumble
between jaws, when the smoke and mirrors dissipate. Christ
didn’t shed blood for your salvation, he multiplied between
you all loaves and fish, instead! And what would you make of your catechismal servility
that you swear to love and serve (whom?) for eternity?! I think I am just
a non-believer, non-forgiver, tribulater, travailer, hidden between the lines.
The redeemer in the pulpit wants you for a sandwich
The Church tells you he is benign, even benevolent! Do you know the Salmon
is the only fish with some semblance of sanctity? Oh! I’d rather be a leper
from an old obsolete institution on a dusty tortuous path to nowhere!
I don’t have the humility to be schooled in religiosity. Though you may think I am
only vanity, ending up in vain! I’d rather be a leper, than follow the leopard
between Vat(er) and Can(cer); and does he change his spots? I just feel like a tiger
that shone in the forest, without being carnivorous as a shark!
Would all the talk of bread be your own meat?
I can even tell you that Leo is distinct from Pisces,
Like land from sea! Blame it on the conjunction of the Ages!
My Goddess should be free! There is no freedom when we
are wrapped in indignity, indignation! Saturn has too many Moons!
But the one that stands before us in the nightsky,
never caught my eye! God is farthest from any deliberation!
Even if they would give him all the roses for his station.
He is just a rolling stone, when faced with untruths;
An abrogator! And a very old unforgiver, a very old unforgiver!
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