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The Agenda

I have been fooled,
I am burning these scarlet letters.
Red wax drips into the fire like blood
from the wound of this sacrificial lamb.
The gull of this trust sinking
like stones in the well.
If the Christian God comes
he will come like Apep
and slither into the hearts of those he finds weak
and eat them.
I need no runes,
I need no scrying mirror
to see the deception
of the bell that's ringing clear.
In my denial
I have been made a child
and you have been the poison
I have sipped straight from the vile.
In the belly of this wolf,
your wolf.
Mummification,
spiritual mutilation,
ugly bloody bouts of emotional ************.
Words that run down the page,
run off the phallus and the sword.
The Bible speaks just like the Ouija Board.
Who spells the words
depends on who is feigning.
The core of this violent riddle beast,
I see the myriad of tongues in you,
a river of bones and corpse grease.
I am no fool but I wear a jester's robes
and I have a poor man's luck
but I'm walking out of this tar pit.
If the Christian God comes
he will come like Apep
and slither into the hearts of those he finds weak
and eat them.
Only fools believe they won't get fooled again.
PatchworkOwl PatchworkOwl 22-25, F Oct 15, 2012

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