Philosopher Bastard head of the Eucharist
Seasons have counted backward
Return the baby to the river
Wooden raft
Upstream current of Yahweh’s golden piss
Return the holy flesh of the Nazarene
Tabernacle of ash
My side bleeds too
Please wipe my face with the shroud of impiety
Are those my lungs in your grasp?
Because I can breath no more
With blood-soaked fingers I chisel away at stone
Uncover
Rediscover flesh like my own
Heal me Heal me
Emasculate
We have not eaten
We will not eat again
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Abort the brain fetus
and force-feed it to your teachers and families
The lies they taught you were to be defecated
and spread into the soil
where a new generation of mirror-children would feed
The mind you have is plagiarized
A worm feeds between your eyes
Genetic reservoirs are computerized
Tomorrow the shit will feed upon the flies
Snap our heads back like a baby bird
It is time to be fed with sand again
We will plunge our bodies upon the dirt
And let the Earth eat through our pores
The gift of life exists in our ability to create our own demise
Snapped the heads off
Filled with sand
At the peak of evolution’s tower we perch
and glare downward toward the understrappers below
Unable to see all the way to the bottom
Unable to care even if we could
Poverty and disease flourish around the foundation of our creation
And how great are we?
Great enough to lift our noses to the skies
as existence crumbles around us from the ground up
How great are we?
None of us wish to be our shadow
because we all believe that we are something greater
The figure on the ground
is no less good than what we really are
but more than what we could ever wish to become
Obsessional
Autonomous
Possessive
The abyss of human nature snagged
upon our deficiency upon of self-awareness
Your shadow is selfish and violent
Saviors robed in cloaks of blood
Eucharist in mouth
Hand in the basket
Arms in hand
Deaths in vain
Politicians’ observe us through stained glass
Demagogues and bureaucrats are at Sunday’s service
Your god is selling your life
Your god is buying my liberty
Politics kiss the Vatican
Pope encased in plastic while his missionaries fall to mortar and gunfire
All in the name of the Nothing
This Sunday has no agenda for you
Theology is war
Death is insignificant
All gray matter is ash
Myths are preached
The basket is empty
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I can feel the Earth’s erratic pulsations below its filthy thick rippled foreskin
This feeling is far too comforting
The universe’s largest assembly line working subconsciously towards
the goal of global genocide
Will we ever have a chance to look back and laugh?
As a human I have succeeded in etching my own notch from the planet’s scum and failed in my effort for concern
As individual units we are the gears, the lubricants, the cables
As one we are the genocide machine
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Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia
The dirt has begun to breathe
Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind
Held down in profanation
Subjugation of the senses
Pushing pins in her eyes
Pushing pins in her eyes
She never sleeps
Hallucination never dies
Pull back the hammer
and throw it at me like I was your best friend
For a bulls-eye I’ll shut my eyes for you
Clear the way
King of the stars
Two-thousandth proverb
I am a god
Mithris
