All the peoples of the land shall
worship graven images of Most
High, without a solitary boast,
forsaking not god and his hall,
though he abandon us; cobalt
sky furies and stifling, freelance tombs,
screaming in the stillness of locked rooms,
and the searing whisper of salt,
to the dry mouth desert gunfire,
the clanging weaponry of his war,
to the artifice of bedroom floors,
the steepness of lonely desire.
Fill his ears with drug-fertile hymns
blossoming from your virginal tongues,
and branching up from your holy lungs,
fill goblets with song to the brims!
Dance naked, orgy in the streets,
show him all your salacious vigor,
shower alcoholics with liquor;
god is delighted by such feats!
Until you die, or he returns,
these will be your entreaties and acts:
gifting the rich with grisly abstracts,
and the homeless with diamond urns.
“Come quickly, regal King of Kings!”
You’ll violate your cities until
he comes back for you and to his hill.
Await what ancient glory brings!
shrinksarentcheap
April 15, 2013 at 3:34 pm
He is every gender and all races and very different from his current mythology.
!Sufiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!
Ohh. Love.
YES!!!!! Just that. Maybe an amen, too.
I like that.
So very good.
Been chewing on the bitter root?
medieval! You captured verbally what Skyrim visually does…and better. 🙂 I like the quatrains, too–changing it up…
Do you think this relates to The Second Coming?
most assuredly.
Well shrinksarentcheap, I think it’s already happening and I think it’s one big colossal joke on the entirety of humanity with maybe a few main players. What do You think?
I think it never happened and it already happened…i’ve met another jesus…
How many Jesuses do you think are roaming around? Where did You meet Your’s, and is he male or female, black or white?
He is every gender and all races and very different from his current mythology.
Did you make Him up, or did he Come To You? I’m getting curiouser too. Is He separate from Your Self?
If I did make Him up, then my brilliance astonishes myself.
But SAC — You can make up ANYTHING.