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Zombie Jesus
Zombie Jesus
Your messiah returned from the grave, dizzy
Sighed, too much to re-learn before he could save. Got busy.
Came fast to my front door. Made it plain he could punt me to Mordor.
Diplomacy was only a courtesy for sure.
Zombie Jesus said “Loki this game is rife. You and me, we’re the same type. Your name excites my life.”
I said “SLOW your roll, SON of MARY!
It may come scary, but it wasn’t ME who brought you back.
I TRIED that track!
Read your book and got stoked over.
Even went so far as to find a Bokor!
Said ‘Yo, Babalawo, how are we?
I brought you some cowries.
There’s a mission of ghosts in my head.
Christians are mostly misled.
It’s tactical. They remain boshed.
Naturally they were brainwashed.
It’s prolly malarkey, that oligarchy redefined their system,
But then, the religion and the book share very little vision.
So whatever gay-tarded decision that took.
I say from the start it was just a scheme of crooks.
I wanna’ bring the real one back.
Fuck these wannabe flatscans who give me flack.
Christian-plans? Don’t include heaven.
No mission or prayer can delve that one in.
It’s just an excuse they lub.
Like Heaven’s an exclusive country club.
If you don’t vibe with their plastic grin?
They decide they don’t have to let you in.
‘Cept that place doesn’t feed on faith.
So in other words, nobody yet has the deed on the real estate.
Pray all you want.
It won’t change that you front.
Bring back Jesus and then we can please ourselves just!
Just and justly through it all.
Just like before THE FALL.
So Bokor, what do you say we try huh?
I got a dead pariah. You’re a Babalawo who works the raw!
So lurk with this outlaw and we’ll perk
And direct so cunning the Second Coming!
These fuckers NEED their new messiah.’
Bokor stroked his chin and said with a grin…
‘Ochre and Rada, hope and fathers,
You fucking dope, don’t even bother.
The indelible message is inside!
The credible messiah didn’t lie when he died!
The last featured lesson to Peter he had to share?
‘Lift a rock. Find me there. Break a stick. Hear my voice.’
So there’s your choice.
Bring it back on your own, or fade to black in your dome.”
I said back “Damn! That track is tragic! FUCK RESURRECTIONS AND ON INSPECTION FUCK BLACK MAGIC!”
So I finished and it didn’t diminish.
I planned on returning you, Jesus, to the land but I wasn’t in it!”
But you’re here now and at least I’m in,
Even if there’s no appeasement.
Others fear being cleaved so they play convenient.
If you caught a feeling from that lean switch?
I won’t apologize to you for that vibe, and I mean it!
I love your work and I’m good to clean it,
But what needs to be released in each isn’t a single message.
Mingling tests this. That dangling stresses running angles to impress
Those who hold the chips to bless.
Beliefs crumble when they have to be shored by GroupThink.
Like POOP WON’T stink if ONLY there’s enough!
So TRUTH can turn to RUST!
Taking chances on not getting past
Fretting aghast, risking the wrath
Is why Christians hand the mission’s keys over so fast!
Bereave and bust what these naïve sheeple trust!
Like yahtzee to play.
Enough Nazis slay, there’s nothing off,
Their kin look the other way!
That logic may seem a little hazy, but just go ask Kitty Genovese!
And riddle me for free. Just how the fuck she got raped and chopped up in LITTLE FUCKING ITALY!
Culled so scary, no neighbors called the cops, ever wary, just 3 blocks from MULBERRY!
Ignoramuses love to say the Italian Mafioso protects their own neighborhood. And Christianity pleases Jesus!”
Stumbling undead mumbling out of his head, grave-breath from Nazareth claimed my night aiming for Loki’s Ghostwrite!
Oh. Strokes delight. Stokes risk like a kiss and a bite. So…. slowly… I… came… back… with…
“A’ight.”
Aftermath:
It’s more than a world between us
My backyard is Hell’s Back Bay
I fight flack hard and gel with the unwell every day.
I’ll play that gulf like Beowulf!
Proto-warrior set the score. First told-
Encoded in lore. Same themes immersed from old-
No shame in reams, rearranged in verses to unfold.
The game hasn’t changed, or my curse wouldn’t be gold!
Riddle-fied walls from civilized calls don’t reframe what they cling to hold.
So the core of warrior stories missed past
Glory like history’s ornery induction of thorny reproduction
Holds souls in their folds!
Or didn’t your early defeats ever scold
Early tales were morals orally sold.
It’s civilization that sparks to cling
To the itty-shitty, no place-in-the-situation shiny bling
And stories thus fall prey to marketing!
Storytellers who are hearing this and sore from the leering bits?
Are like fake-jacks who make attacks behind a mind of masks!
Both fear clearing lore to sell without experience.
No interference? Obstacles to shear?
Then no congruent wisdom to influence your vision.
But you wanna’ bask in glory and taste a story
Without taking a risk to what ACTUALLY hits, misses or fits?
Then you’re a starving soul struggling abysmally to carve control
Like Disney to Marvel!
THAT’S the core of what whirls and steams your lust!
The more than a world between us!
Blatant introduction of androcentric secular racism
Cultural erasing forcing historical fourfold generational ritual replacement
Pharmaceutical sponsors rake it on plutocratic obligations
Macroeconomics was INVENTED on empirical promises!
Intended for miracle onus offered, bonus pro-captured as investments
To fill the coffers of theocrats who grow fat with loan shark consciences
(Absolution is absolutely no solution. Paying for guilt is swaying to wilt.)
Guilt relieved by the same hand that grants it?
Fancy it? Entranced by it? DAMNIT PLANET! That shady play
Is jaded gray, a loan shark’s dream! Even outside of L.A.’s steamy ravines of gleam
I still see delicate beauty get reamed, every day.
But that’s okay!
Ill will spells fit my duty to gleam and slay…
Jesus: Good game you sling at least with words? “I came not to bring peace but a sword.”Matthew 10:34
Loki: Okay then. You’ve got swords. I’ve got pens, words, bottles to break and throttle. Risks to take, missives to make and more. We’ll show this world what for!
Your messiah returned from the grave, dizzy
Sighed, too much to re-learn before he could save. Got busy.
Came fast to my front door. Made it plain he could punt me to Mordor.
Diplomacy was only a courtesy for sure.
Zombie Jesus said “Loki this game is rife. You and me, we’re the same type. Your name excites my life.”
I said “SLOW your roll, SON of MARY!
It may come scary, but it wasn’t ME who brought you back.
I TRIED that track!
Read your book and got stoked over.
Even went so far as to find a Bokor!
Said ‘Yo, Babalawo, how are we?
I brought you some cowries.
There’s a mission of ghosts in my head.
Christians are mostly misled.
It’s tactical. They remain boshed.
Naturally they were brainwashed.
It’s prolly malarkey, that oligarchy redefined their system,
But then, the religion and the book share very little vision.
So whatever gay-tarded decision that took.
I say from the start it was just a scheme of crooks.
I wanna’ bring the real one back.
Fuck these wannabe flatscans who give me flack.
Christian-plans? Don’t include heaven.
No mission or prayer can delve that one in.
It’s just an excuse they lub.
Like Heaven’s an exclusive country club.
If you don’t vibe with their plastic grin?
They decide they don’t have to let you in.
‘Cept that place doesn’t feed on faith.
So in other words, nobody yet has the deed on the real estate.
Pray all you want.
It won’t change that you front.
Bring back Jesus and then we can please ourselves just!
Just and justly through it all.
Just like before THE FALL.
So Bokor, what do you say we try huh?
I got a dead pariah. You’re a Babalawo who works the raw!
So lurk with this outlaw and we’ll perk
And direct so cunning the Second Coming!
These fuckers NEED their new messiah.’
Bokor stroked his chin and said with a grin…
‘Ochre and Rada, hope and fathers,
You fucking dope, don’t even bother.
The indelible message is inside!
The credible messiah didn’t lie when he died!
The last featured lesson to Peter he had to share?
‘Lift a rock. Find me there. Break a stick. Hear my voice.’
So there’s your choice.
Bring it back on your own, or fade to black in your dome.”
I said back “Damn! That track is tragic! FUCK RESURRECTIONS AND ON INSPECTION FUCK BLACK MAGIC!”
So I finished and it didn’t diminish.
I planned on returning you, Jesus, to the land but I wasn’t in it!”
But you’re here now and at least I’m in,
Even if there’s no appeasement.
Others fear being cleaved so they play convenient.
If you caught a feeling from that lean switch?
I won’t apologize to you for that vibe, and I mean it!
I love your work and I’m good to clean it,
But what needs to be released in each isn’t a single message.
Mingling tests this. That dangling stresses running angles to impress
Those who hold the chips to bless.
Beliefs crumble when they have to be shored by GroupThink.
Like POOP WON’T stink if ONLY there’s enough!
So TRUTH can turn to RUST!
Taking chances on not getting past
Fretting aghast, risking the wrath
Is why Christians hand the mission’s keys over so fast!
Bereave and bust what these naïve sheeple trust!
Like yahtzee to play.
Enough Nazis slay, there’s nothing off,
Their kin look the other way!
That logic may seem a little hazy, but just go ask Kitty Genovese!
And riddle me for free. Just how the fuck she got raped and chopped up in LITTLE FUCKING ITALY!
Culled so scary, no neighbors called the cops, ever wary, just 3 blocks from MULBERRY!
Ignoramuses love to say the Italian Mafioso protects their own neighborhood. And Christianity pleases Jesus!”
Stumbling undead mumbling out of his head, grave-breath from Nazareth claimed my night aiming for Loki’s Ghostwrite!
Oh. Strokes delight. Stokes risk like a kiss and a bite. So…. slowly… I… came… back… with…
“A’ight.”
Aftermath:
It’s more than a world between us
My backyard is Hell’s Back Bay
I fight flack hard and gel with the unwell every day.
I’ll play that gulf like Beowulf!
Proto-warrior set the score. First told-
Encoded in lore. Same themes immersed from old-
No shame in reams, rearranged in verses to unfold.
The game hasn’t changed, or my curse wouldn’t be gold!
Riddle-fied walls from civilized calls don’t reframe what they cling to hold.
So the core of warrior stories missed past
Glory like history’s ornery induction of thorny reproduction
Holds souls in their folds!
Or didn’t your early defeats ever scold
Early tales were morals orally sold.
It’s civilization that sparks to cling
To the itty-shitty, no place-in-the-situation shiny bling
And stories thus fall prey to marketing!
Storytellers who are hearing this and sore from the leering bits?
Are like fake-jacks who make attacks behind a mind of masks!
Both fear clearing lore to sell without experience.
No interference? Obstacles to shear?
Then no congruent wisdom to influence your vision.
But you wanna’ bask in glory and taste a story
Without taking a risk to what ACTUALLY hits, misses or fits?
Then you’re a starving soul struggling abysmally to carve control
Like Disney to Marvel!
THAT’S the core of what whirls and steams your lust!
The more than a world between us!
Blatant introduction of androcentric secular racism
Cultural erasing forcing historical fourfold generational ritual replacement
Pharmaceutical sponsors rake it on plutocratic obligations
Macroeconomics was INVENTED on empirical promises!
Intended for miracle onus offered, bonus pro-captured as investments
To fill the coffers of theocrats who grow fat with loan shark consciences
(Absolution is absolutely no solution. Paying for guilt is swaying to wilt.)
Guilt relieved by the same hand that grants it?
Fancy it? Entranced by it? DAMNIT PLANET! That shady play
Is jaded gray, a loan shark’s dream! Even outside of L.A.’s steamy ravines of gleam
I still see delicate beauty get reamed, every day.
But that’s okay!
Ill will spells fit my duty to gleam and slay…
Jesus: Good game you sling at least with words? “I came not to bring peace but a sword.”Matthew 10:34
Loki: Okay then. You’ve got swords. I’ve got pens, words, bottles to break and throttle. Risks to take, missives to make and more. We’ll show this world what for!
Published 12th May 2013
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20th May 2013 3:46am
Hello.
Wow, that was long. I honestly kept forgetting what your overall theme was. You gave a lot of references (which is new for me to see) but I only understood some of them. It might be helpful if you cut back a bit so the audience can understand what you're trying to say.
Hope this feedback helps.
Wow, that was long. I honestly kept forgetting what your overall theme was. You gave a lot of references (which is new for me to see) but I only understood some of them. It might be helpful if you cut back a bit so the audience can understand what you're trying to say.
Hope this feedback helps.
21st May 2013 6:06am
It's a struggle to hold back when the rambling begins. For a piece like this though, each reference is a puzzle piece. I'll definitely take into consideration briefer punches.
