You are the scoundrel
The unholy monument
The sacrilegious saint
The borderline psychopath
The gourmet chef of boiled hearts
The Devil in my doll’s shoes
The God among the fireflies
You are the bastard child of the moon
The legitimate charlatan
Mocking the eroding morality
Of our pure system of Hate.
You are the deconstruction of sanity
The bloody Postmodern fantasy
The terminal germinal entity
The Heathen’s own divinity
The Earth’s blinding humility
The naked King’s charity
The Structural clarity
The Hellish familiarity
The Poet’s dead mentality-
You hate, you love, you lure, you lust
You cry, you faint, you lacerate and trust.
You are the Saviour of this battered Dawn
The Messiah so long forlorn
You are the Saviour of my damaged Song
The only One I ever mourn.
2.
He roams the Celestial Sky
Slaying all He loves and loathes,
If I had his prowess I
Would dress the Moon in Woman’s Clothes.
3.
For all the times you knelt to Pray
For all the deaths you Blessed,
I kneel before You today
In Blood as in Jest.
If You should ever greet the Rain
With your Pride in its place,
Allow it to Drench your pain
And Pardon your Disgrace.
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