Grind against the stain of your hammer
The smile of blood judges your tools
Feel the wrath of an angels stare
As you tootle off home, his blessed wings stretched
In jest as they decompose and crumble. You did your job marvellously military man

Saviours **** skeletons
Praise the gods as they bless their holy sins
Sing and dance a merry lie
Dig up Jesus, he’s layed unquestioned for far too long.
How is your water and wine my lord
You ******* hypocrite!
See the chaos you’ve wrought you ******* husk of a man
Did washing feet help? Did it? You ******* Jew!
Let’s all go to Sunday mass. Go on, you created it you stigmata laden ****
Flail the holes in in your hands and toes you ginormous *******. Go on, up, down, shake it all about, do the okey pokey and you turn a ****, that’s what the prayers about.

Births sin, deliverance of death.
Blooded eyes view chaos. Jagged
Order. Smile at the view and take in the ecstasy
Fates whim deals a losing hand. But play you must.
The life of cards is a winning man’s loss.
Count the hearts turning to clubs. Feel the sharp of the diamond.
Sail on the sea of spades. The house grins.
A jokers trade, inevitability for certainty
Suckle from the table that slaps you with strife
Nuzzle teats of treachery and take your fill.
Soon you’ll be grown, suit and tie.
The house always wins

Taste the essence of frailty.
Ride comprehensions slip
And slide, careening into dementia.
Arise into normality, and laugh as everyone dances
A merry tune. Hilarious fun.
Grasp at the heavy spoon and be hungry.
Have you forgotten how to eat dear? Here, allow me.
Content starvation. A crippling disability
Take the cup.
Drink now, no don’t gulp.
You didn’t finish your meal, are you not hungry today?
Please, I’m starving.
Take the fork with too many gaps and enjoy the soup and smile as the monkey takes the bulb.
Sit in darkness and wait for help, that never comes.

Join hands, sing praise to the false god
Donate your money to a bottomless bowl
And laugh when the puppet tells his jokes
Our father who art in riches
Hallowed be thy gold
Keep your poems and hymns of gore
A little ditty won’t keep Satan away

Sipping daydreams, guzzling emptiness
Poison licks its carcinogenic tongue
Bitter
Sour
Stains the buds that long for sweet
Sweet they taste
Forced sugar and sprinkled honey
Sweetness is sweet
The tongue tastes malice. And venom
Smooth toxicity glass half empty
Infected throat, glass half full
But always the glass empty’s
Self replenishment

Caustic sunrise cries
Vanilla tears sliding
Through recreations blessing.
Cleavers fountain spilling jovial venom
Sprinkles of **** onto children’s tongues
Lap and lick and suckle
Smile as you die and be thankful
Because jesus love you very much.

Basking in the glow of a lacerated sun
Dripping blessed rays, life pools in an agonising emptiness.
Smile upon me with your godless grace
Light of life, prying open a necrophyte visage
Spotlight upon a murderous parade
Of life and happiness. Always watching with
Catastrophic intent and purging flame.
Behold the beacon of rage as it rips
At your vision. Blinding illumination.
A scar in the sky.
Cataclysmic vista.

Keys speak letters but not words
And sentences don’t make paragraphs but full stops end.
Stanzas stall and commas halt, but
Sometimes there’s just nothing to say.
But sometimes nothing blurts everything
And everything sometimes says nothing at all
Because that ampersand always sits there
But never leads to a paragraph
Or a verse
Or anything
Because every time. There’s just nothing to say.

Causality's crippling clutch grips. Cleaving at sanity. Drown in a world of vanilla but savour the flavour. Two by four eyes see all soaking you in benevolent gaze.
Marvel at the unhinged for they know the cost of truth.
Feed them toxic nutrition and beckon them forwards. They must embrace the whim of conformity.
Take sips child, drink too much and you’ll be too awake.
Tomatoes on unicorns and madness in prayer. Question the judge’s hammer
Are you ok?
Too much uncertainty these days. May the lord guide you in prayer.
Accept the communion of calamity
Drink the blood of betrayal.
Join the brotherhood of bedlam and behave accordingly.
Slice at your face and contort your joints please.
And for the love of god please be a good person.

The sins of the father and the son must be punished
Allow the juries hand to be corrupt and
Dispense their magical omnipotence.

But taste the finality of man as the hammer draws near
To consequence; and question
The strangers leer in corrupt composure.

The judges sweat melds to the handle, he grips
Hard to the justice of his resolve, as
It slips beneath the bench

And now to the audience, you decide
To solidify a man in a statue to justice or
Grant redemption and torments respite.
Because I put to you that,
the sins of the father and the son must be punished.