Redemptions of Mr Christ

A day when the Labradors became Hawks of the day
And the disciplined soldiers danced to the tunes of pop
The earth stood still and the sharks invaded the humans
Our good old pope became the victim of a casting couch.

Samantha fucked him down his knees and roped his hands
Along the fireside on a no-moon beach bedazzled with bats
Slender Chiclets protected the guards on rescue of the man
Who never complained anyways to heaven for the sake of hell?

These chosen brats flavored the jaggeries and sucked their ends
While the monsters retreated again and again till their deaths
There was no Christ as the victim’s savior for upholding religion
Only blank mammoths blanketed the goodwill prizes consumed.

There will be such a rainy night in each one of your lives
So that those thirsts get fulfilled all at once being drowned
Like a crawling serpent with a pain in its chest and neck
That appealed for a much sophisticated redemption for long.