The Left Hand Of God

Samael,
You ole' devil dog, you!
Wat choo bin up to?
Been awhile since the fall of man,
But I bet you still get around.
Mother should know:
Had your way with her, now dinya?
Raising Cane's while you ate your chicken.
A back door man worth singin' about.
Morrison's muse, mayhap?
And Father, he's one to talk:
Couldn't seal the deal with your #1 gal.
She ran off, left him to play with himself.
That was quite a ribbing!

But back to the matter at hand:
Conscious of what is right,
I pursue all that is wrong with me,
Hoping to get to know you better.
What in the Sam Hill for?
I know you will destroy me;
Perhaps that's what I want.
Pray for the perish,
While you prey on the parish.
Yet still the Lord my soul to keep.

I fledge a Legion,
To pigs on the wing,
Chasing my savior's shadow self,
Down the path of severity,
Into the depths of Sheol.
Never to reach nirvana.
Predestined to Passover.
Friday The 13th,
What a good day to die!
Mourning The Morning Star,
For forty days and forty nights.
Was Jesus just talking to himself?
A wounded healer,
Quoting schizoid scriptures,
On an empty stomach?
Lamb Of God to the slaughter,
Amputating one appendage,
To save the whole body,
From the poisonous sting of sin.
You set us up!
To miss the mark,
Aimlessly,
"We know not what we do."

04-04-2023