The writings of Oddpoet

At first
It raged softly
Screamed silent
With blunt cuts
Made with sharp truncheons

It
Danced, swayed and grew
In hearts
Beat­ing with mech­a­nized vio­lence
Singing stac­cato clink­ing stut­ter­ing songs

Dark­ness dis­missed the Sun
for it’s falsity

Embrac­ing sling­shot shad­ows
The Home­less became Gods of vengeance
Slay­ing all in their path

Poets are cru­ci­fied on burn­ing crosses
Tongues removed and fin­gers smashed
Their mum­bled pleas spew ink stained lava
That burns eternal

Their lies unforgivable

Armies wage war after war
Till all that were left
Were the guns
Quiv­er­ing in unre­al­ized vio­lence
Vom­it­ing like Junkies
In need of oblivion

The jails, mad­houses and rehabs
empty
Spilling acolytes wield­ing scrip­tures
Writ­ten in excre­ment and human blood
Preach­ing the new world order

Steal­ing his magic decoder ring
Seraphim threw down God
And kicked him like a dog
Made him yelp and howl
Like a flea bit­ten cur

Jesus slammed a thorny crown
On his head
And screamed
“How does it feel Mother Fucker!”

Jesus was seized
Tied to winged char­i­ots
Drawn and quar­tered
While Angels sang
“The Gods are Dead!
The Gods are dead”

And so it was
The scream of pain
became the song of the world
Tears
Its child

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