Do you feel God’s pulses, impulses, repulses
A magnetosphere that affords no allusion
where the communicants in the projection
are all unequivocally lost in rejection
I am a child of a beatitude needing no acknowledgement;
not impressed by the assumed sanctimony of others
I sympathise with the heretics, more than the bricks
thrown at them by your judgmental freaks!
Would you think your illusion/ delusion is your God,
or your beliefs? God could be Rapunzel
locked in a steep tower? Have you been making love to the flesh-thirsty whores?
I had envisioned and exemplified, but it all seemed to be lost on you
cadavers that want to suit the bodygrabbers, for the zombies you are…
Don’t you love vultures more than any other bird?
So do you want me to crank the stairway
So, it gets dominoed into an abrupt abrogation of all your redemption?
Do you think I’m a mere browbeaten figment of reality
underscored and undernourished by your fealty
to a bunch of lies, brunched for the Wishmaster (PSP), hunched up in your convenience
And you take your New Testamental temperament of Love and Peace
and leave it for cross-purposes for posterity
Because the Wishmaster grabs all, before you remotely think he gives
That God should be confounded by the villainous
Saint Paul; so, God should have no exigencies, but see
his exile in the bodygrabbing atheistic Left/ Labor overlapping
his righteousness and his rights. And you all cavort so gleefully in the
hypocrisy of it all, like the congratulatory party belied your disparity from the truth
Because your make-believe faulty philosophy tells you
that you can make God redundant with the fiction of your
solidarity with a convenient evil. So begone you observers of a parallaxes
with Godhood! No one gets pardon, particularly not
the likes of Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul or anybody from the Left!
No matter how insufferable the predicament is to God; or how he is checkmated!
Even if God is compelled to choose between one evil or the other!
And even all your disorientated choices, snuggling with evil,
So, God has no option but to destroy all your farcical propositions
Like the huge ceiling lamp falling on your dinner table and ending your vile feast in disaster!
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