dearest god why do you torture me with so much heavenly heaving so much to feel you have given me so much to feel i know and you know that Jesus was never a Patriarch material Moses was not a Patriarch and we know this we talk of Christianity with angels being demoted to Sainthood... their wings clipped: a St. Michael no longer an angel
within darkness i found a shadow and there was no nothing... i didn't find any negation even if that negation was from French philosophers i found no ontological use for nothing a pronoun derelict i find no use for nothing but at least with you i can dance and tease a shadow please with darkness give me the moon to stomach the harvest and i know where Iblis walks from the sacred ground to walk with howling hounds and with leash and muzzle and chains i can raise the rattle of your road: my lord: your beauty is painful to see with so many so corrupt and solo in their prisms of solipsism dearest...
beyond David: who, as king: i want to elevate to the stature of Patriarch... because Solomon will not! Solomon will not be a Patriarch... Jesus will not be a Patriarch... Muhammad will not be a Patriarch... poets prophets and philosophers priest and prostitutes... Jesus will never be a patriarch! since how will monotheism work when you throw in the conundrum of polytheism's reincarnation?
monotheism: you live once... you die once... there is no coming back! unless people think and think so much ***** juice fervor as the face in Anti- and that is what summoned me! my anger my wrath has become a touch for the cold and without me hell is freezing...