The Assassination of Christianity
A shadowed silhouette shifts sediments unfurls as he walks
a cloud around him shrouds a morbid thought contorted like whores
a rogue in a war, revenge is still his only recall, a rose and a thorn
The death of Christianity sought
within imbedded cryptogram his fall is scripted in hymns,
stripped of its skin, revealed and saturated in sin, particular lines,
inverted flipped and twisted aligned, meticulous signs, articulated
ripped and defined, sedated it brims, equated in ornate idiom
the assassination equation takes the form of a maiden
soul, heart, and the mind his final demise
The Daughter
an abbot stabs a granit tablet hammers accurate passages
the hand of a pacifist “uneasy” quivers and stammers
immaculate massacres “revealed” the world of an anarchist
deliverance clambers, as he fathoms, stricken with panic….
its to late… he levitates, incarcerated nirvana,
prenatal stigmata, his navel rots the birth of a daughter
the order, watches in horror, celibacy and honor,
now they lay in the corners “contemplating”
chinks in their armor
with two hands amidst the carnage wrestled cracks in the floor
a yellow eye beneath the cobblestones enamored in awe
he grips the child in one fist, the face of anarchy born
releasing demons in the monastery… “pfft… kill them all”
The First born
He raped my mother, my own father, mercy help me my lord
“what this emotion is it fear, I’ve never felt it before”
this can not be, I don’t believe you were not part of my plans
and yet your beauty supersedes the artistry of my hands
she drops to the floor, crawls towards the base of his feet
bathing them weeps “raises” I’ll do anything please
the seed of lust infested his core ,molested his sword
she sucks his soul digested and raw, injected a spawn
which rips his heart, the chest getting torn,
the dead setting dawn, his son walks in the sign of hope,
then cuts his neck with a saw
"it started with one thought"
The Father
I couldn’t have it id established ruthless habits for years
mankind needed to see the reasons my procedures sincere
Judis easily seeing treason kept deceiving you eagerly
he believed in me … I dominate control all my scenery
had the Romans allegiance see how they whipped you repeatedly
you looked up at me begging me father give me the energy
I remember smiling at you thinking suffer the penalties
sacrificing you did more than any fucking atrocity
simple truth is you became a challenge to my authority
The Son
A shadowed silhouette shifts sediments unfurls as he walks
a Cloud around him shrouds a morbid thought contorted like whores
a rogue in a war, revenge is still his only recall a rose and a thorn
The death of Christianity sought
brother seek out my mother, love her under cover of night
lust of our father must be garnished by the damned and divine
“it will be my pleasure”
..........~ManSin~...........
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