The Gethsemane Prayer

 
The Last Supper is over now.
Clandestine symbols drawn;
Inner humility is the eternal vow
when accepting the faith of God's dawn.

Have you ever been mutilated?
Irresistible pain lasting for aeons;
it is then - when we desacrated
through rebellion of what weighs in...

I have also been a Judas
when I couldn't last in credence,
turning my back, proclaiming justice,
as our burdens turn to malfeasance.

Oh, the last prayer;...
when the corporal exhaust prevails...
who fell asleep right there...?
who gathered strength to wake and wail...?

The wine in the cantine
the bread so warmly freeing
purifying all mankind
that in sin was breeding

made their eyes drowsy
heavy heads feel premonition
some were awake, eyes see,
for it was a sign of the Ignition.

Oh, the martyrdom of Via Dolorosa,
the crucified way to Golgotha with the cross
all the sins transmutated to ambrosia
your dearest ones wouldn't really dare to close

their eyes, as they were full of Pietá;
when Virgin Mary held her son ~
but her mourns could truly set a
melody of salvation, for it's Won.

I couldn't eat a single thing
other than the bread and the wine sips
as I feel how your blood from within
is what they would in their Self-Hell dine with....

"I am sorry" - "I am sorry"
a tiny mouse swished on the table,
it is deeply and terribly worried,
as this dinner felt like heavy fable.

"Would I eat the cheese?"
"Indeed, it is so moist?"
Am I a Judah in each spontaneous breeze?
Some intentions are unvoiced.

Not even aware of it, those thirteen coins
shall turn into particles adamantine
and waters the dust shall join
under feet; so Let the Christ combine!

Oh, it Echoes! So eternal..
the Transmutation shall become The Flame!
While in the background, I hear the infernal
voices of Lucifer and Kaligastia scream "Hosannah!"

... No blame.