« Merits of God within the terrains of Reason | Main | Inside your palms..................................................for Marjan »
January 10, 2006
Heresy of your syllables................................... for Pat Robertson
I'm so sick of your Gods
You, torturous wicked serpents
and the rights they bestow upon you,
The deity of warmongers, the heresy
of your syllables, and the ignorance
that yellows your irises
And the tinge of
your breath, soured and
spiked by the hatred of men,
the ones you chewed and swallowed,
the ones you mounted and took
with your shameless penises, the
only extensions of all you are
It's the hollow orifices
within you, the neglected
accidents of your birth, and breeding
the weeding of you as you trespass
on images of your holly noblemen and clergies
It's the puss that oozes on your skin, the
ugliness of your intentions, and the
thickness of the masks you wear,
it's you in the loneliness of the ages
And yet you crawl
in the public circles, in
every day rotations of the
days, as you hide your fangs
under your robes, calling on
your benefactors, your Gods
Posted by Idinraha at January 10, 2006 10:02 AM