Genisis/Genosis/Gnosis
And I saw when the lamb opened one of the seals
Another feculent load of crapulous creed crying
Garrulous and god fearing gargoyle like geeks
Greedily garroting other hell bent for destruction minded
Minions and mediators of mindless madness
Diaconates of distrust who are distributing
Their disturbing diachronous drivel,
Dullards all, dullards the lot, Duller that Bush
They with diadems of dread draped dutifully
Cross of a plethora of indices of indecision
Like dialectologists deciding
Whether or not dead whores have any charm
Slim pickings in that particular
post holocaustic
Dead and rotten Jew pile of mutually revolting corpses
Of equally putrescent repulsion driven obeisance
That prays for slaughter and an end-times endgame for their Worrisome War-Games
Where any nacreous type of garden variety human
Endeavor towards human torture, cruelty or even extinction
Pales in volume comparison to the divinely inspired variety
I mean really now
Jesus?
As an implementer of death & destruction?
Come on now man!!
That could surly put any human being current or past master of
Nightmarish Visions of human suffering to shame
Or I could be wrong!
After all I have been married
So my belief structure as well as
My decision making capacity should automatically be questioned...
I found this old poem of mine..
I wrote it when it became clear that bush had stolen the election
And I was PISSED OFF
And I was listening to his Minions mouthing those tired old Christian Platitudes
So there is some graphic language here artistic license and all of that
If you are easily offended do not read this © a year ago, David Michael Brackeen society poems • spiritual poems • hope poems
And I saw when the lamb opened one of the seals
Another feculent load of crapulous creed crying
Garrulous and god fearing gargoyle like geeks
Greedily garroting other hell bent for destruction minded
Minions and mediators of mindless madness
Diaconates of distrust who are distributing
Their disturbing diachronous drivel,
Dullards all, dullards the lot, Duller that Bush
They with diadems of dread draped dutifully
Cross of a plethora of indices of indecision
Like dialectologists deciding
Whether or not dead whores have any charm
Slim pickings in that particular
post holocaustic
Dead and rotten Jew pile of mutually revolting corpses
Of equally putrescent repulsion driven obeisance
That prays for slaughter and an end-times endgame for their Worrisome War-Games
Where any nacreous type of garden variety human
Endeavor towards human torture, cruelty or even extinction
Pales in volume comparison to the divinely inspired variety
I mean really now
Jesus?
As an implementer of death & destruction?
Come on now man!!
That could surly put any human being current or past master of
Nightmarish Visions of human suffering to shame
Or I could be wrong!
After all I have been married
So my belief structure as well as
My decision making capacity should automatically be questioned...
I found this old poem of mine..
I wrote it when it became clear that bush had stolen the election
And I was PISSED OFF
And I was listening to his Minions mouthing those tired old Christian Platitudes
So there is some graphic language here artistic license and all of that
If you are easily offended do not read this © a year ago, David Michael Brackeen society poems • spiritual poems • hope poems
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