Poem -

Material White

Material White

The Cross

repulses the elitist atheist

as if gangrene

will eat out his eyes from his sockets

vomiting

over the prostitutes and beggars

and the lower class life

that Jesus

brought to His biblical flock.

Reducing

his senses to an affirmation of evil

the act

that the meek shall inherit the earth

is a nightmarish dream

whose migration

must end by termination

and clipping the wings of Christ.

World beware

that these ‘clipper’s

are vicious and levied

by a sense

of an impoverished Spirit.

The Goodwill of Jesus

transplanted

itself in our humanities

beyond

the egotistical trust of these lepers

diseasing the World

with their

ignorance and mistrust of God.

If a dissension from Heaven

gilded them

they still would not see the Truth

for their blinded eyes

belong to Satan

and their vacancies

are of the sloth

impairing the wake of innocence.

I have no mercy for the vicar

who will

condemn Christianities face

for I

will use the power of God

and condemn them before

their judgments.

Who shall sleep

knowing

these creatures of the night are rabid

casting

their bite on the unsuspecting

and burning

Churches to the earthen ground

singing songs of merriment.

World beware

that their

propagation is of subspecies, a

corporation of slugs

where money

and greed is their master.

Existence is of

no Spiritual penalty

for their bloody crimes

reducing

children to their caldron

manufacturing

insensitive human beings

no longer syntaxed by God.

The Cross

repulses the elitist atheist

knowing

that weaknesses in man will divide

their conditions of power.

God shall spare

no mercy on these leeches

for the blood they take

will become

no benefit to their internal cries.

From their mouths

they will bleed

profusely from their casket

and stain the material white.

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Valerie Lynn

I could read this poem over and over again. Brilliant.

From their mouths

they will bleed

profusely from their casket

and stain the material white

Val ♄

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