my Christ is not,
yours.
and don’t you go,
confusing the two.
mixin’ Redemption and
cop-outs, like an addict
institutionalized;
looking
for their whorish fix.

my Christ, not,
your Christ
has embraced me like
a Father so fervent;
doting, devoted, delighted.
all this, even during
my most gross &
pornographic hours.


your Christ is not,
mine.
and don’t you go quoting
that verse,
about ‘Original Sin’,
or some ******* penitence



your Christ, not,
my Christ
is a vapid excuse for
a multi-generational blood feud,
a Non Causa Pro Causa,
for
your ****-cycling system,
Rooted so holistic
In **** and lies