Flesh Of The Golden Calf

FLESH OF THE GOLDEN CALF

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

We feast upon the flesh like a golden calf

and while Rome sleeps in her dormancy. I predict

that my Sins will flow out of my body

washing away the stains of my existence in this river

for God anointing me has come.

I let His Spirit sink my head into the water

for the baptismal of my service

shall be upon Him as the fruition of a harvest.

I am the orange moon of God

and into the World I will use my sword.

Debt has amassed in Satan

and the lair has grown and its disease spreads

like a wild locust darkening the sight.

Unveiled by God

the benefit of my life shall not be extinct, as

the World changes everyday.

Soldiers to arms by the proxy of God

dispelling evil and wicked harm from babes

we, shall be casted upon earth.

for whoever I am, or whomever I become

the eyes of mankind will be upon me

and those that seek the Way of the Light.

The prophet will be eaten

and to the Cross I will bear the name of Christ.

Those who follow

will all become sacrificed.

We feast upon the flesh like a golden calf.

Who shall stand for our wrongdoings?