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... thou art with me ...
... thou art with me ...
perpetual crucification hangs like ripened fruit
whose billowing rogations mask the stench of stained skin
the gurgling river entombed below thy rind
is syphoned with spigots injected with Marx's opiate
pockmarked and tattooed are thy wrists and forearms
trace the forty year exodus to the very crevices between thy toes
every vessel for release is flooded with smoke laced incantations
press thy forehead upon the wall, for balance is needed to relieve thyself
thump
thump
thump
it's encrusted in the membrane of thy aril
God will forgive all thy sins
but who forgives his
perpetual crucification hangs like ripened fruit
whose billowing rogations mask the stench of stained skin
the gurgling river entombed below thy rind
is syphoned with spigots injected with Marx's opiate
pockmarked and tattooed are thy wrists and forearms
trace the forty year exodus to the very crevices between thy toes
every vessel for release is flooded with smoke laced incantations
press thy forehead upon the wall, for balance is needed to relieve thyself
thump
thump
thump
it's encrusted in the membrane of thy aril
God will forgive all thy sins
but who forgives his
Published 28th Jan 2014
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28th Jan 2014 8:30pm
29th Jan 2014 10:04am
The last line is a question that's haunted me since I was a kid ... challenged my faith too, so I truly appreciate your feedback.
