Centuries of Sin
He drank the poison willingly,
The venom of a thousand hypocrites,
Who spoke half truths and half lies
That they themselves could not swallow.
They made him kneel at her feet,
Poured the jugs of urine and molasses
And covered him in a red sheet,
Forever, they chanted in unison.
He kissed the fangs of the goddess
Who was bathed in blood and moonlight
As she gave him a tender smile
Filled with love and terror, that cunt!
Then they laid his body over the pile of maggots
So that his wounds would heal,
I guess they thought the earth
Would give him the love he needed.
But in the ecstasy he felt of the abyss
He also felt regret, regret that does not die,
But that lingers in centuries of sin
Far in epochs of blue Neptunian orbits.
Until I rise again, he gurgled through his throat,
Now filled with night-crawlers,
Immortality seems to be a delight
To those who wish to obtain it.
He blinked and it had been many a millennia,
As they dug him from out of the ground,
Unearthed by men of another time
Who spoke half truths and half lies.
Has the world not learned a thing?
Written by wallyroo92
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