I just felt so valedictorian, but I am a grandmaster, no student!: A poem 

There was a time, for so long in my life, 

that I chain-smoked. You’d think I wanted 

to kill Scorpio in doing so! But no, there was 

someone else I had to deal with; who was so impellingly 

toxic, that I had to forge my own poisoning to  

escape his! I could have sworn that Jesus,  

my brother, was not an enemy of mine. It was 

just that in the passage of fate we were drawn so apart.  

He in his self-proclaimed Godhood and truth 

that cumulated a lie for two millennia, and 

me, the actual God, silent and dutiful, being forced into 

apostasy by a cruel Saint Paul ever eager 

to hijack my truth. And, of course, the rapining  

Church, gaining miles of mileage from Saint Paul’s 

dubiousness and villainy; and donning its own  

dubiousness and villainy by making Jesus – the Christ, 

and significantly and self-seekingly draping his iconry to fallacise the  

whole world. You know, would you think Jesus felt privileged from such fame  

as being touted as the son of God, when he was 

injusticed by being cannibalised for two millennia?

I ask you, was the spirit of God in the waters and fish? 

You can see, the good shepherd had a tragic duty to deluded  

sheep! He liked the taxman Zechariah more than all!  

And would he have asked you to give the Romans what is due to them?! 

Judas the Sicarii couldn’t hack the idea of such intensely 

hypocritical sublimity. But was it so delectable to the 

Roman spy Saint Paul?! Poor James the Just, he didn’t even decry  

his absolute ignominy for two millennia – that, while they  

denied acknowledging his Godhood and completely erased 

his name from the annals of the New Testament, they wanted to defraud  

him by hijacking his truth?! Keep it up Vatican, go loud-mouthing your 

Gospels with the intent of proving what a fish you are? And just  

keep deep-seeking with your ghoulish astronomy, waiting for  

your incumbents from deep sea, Nibiru, to drop by and make 

absolute your false glory! You can also keep burying the real truths  

in your archives, so they are never exhumed to have you exposed  

and shame-faced! The world loves your knuckles on its skulls! 

Not me! I know Jesus was only the much-flogged vehicle and Saint Paul was the  

actual vainglory! I also know that you and your betrothed Saint Paul,  

would even abandon Jesus, the Christ, for the cat of the moon, if 

it suited your self-seeking prosperity. What a mutual purpose of the two of you  

is the much-cannibalised Jesus! And James couldn’t care less, could he? 

He is not even trying to break the backs of all your falsities and fakedoms 

with his patience? Yes, the ignominy is his, but not the frustration? 

He is only waiting to see that your shamelessness, guilt and lack of conscience 

become lucid to you and you start actually start feeling remorse! But do self-serving  

psychopaths feel remorse? I like your plainly defrauding insistence for Love and Peace; and  

your anti-War rhetoric! Hahahahaha! Who needs the confessional Church?  

Who should be begging for absolution? Your laity or your priests and Pope? Your hegemony 

is your own net intent on casting the entire world into perpetual slavery of the deep sea! Thank You!  

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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