JCPTSD

 
O mystic Jesus, are you blind?  
Am I here, Lord;  
Incapacitated and terrified to disconnect  
From angels of torment and death,  
Whilst you shield your eyes from this war within.  
 
 
O crypto-Christ, are you at peace  
With the antichrist, burdened  
By the cross idolised by your flock?  
Sheep who follow goat tracks to every goddam lie  
Memorised from the book of Lucifer;  
Unveiled by the sun of self-righteous.  
 
 
O son of dawn and dusk;  
Lord of the first and the end,  
Your body ablaze,  
Your soul enlightened in the wake of oblivion  
Transcends a world erased of religion  
Abandoned by pre-judas.  
 
 
Here I am, Lord.  
Can you feel my body burn?  
My soul unplugged, absolved of ignorance.  
I the Lord, born of flesh and blood.