It is so very dark in the ark.
Forgive me Lord for I am afraid.
This lack of light has begun to burn
and I am suffocating, crushed
between pineapples and pigs.
Forty days and the flasks are all empty,
I drank every last drop of your blood.
Forgive me, for I was hungry and afraid.
Your Word was no longer enough.
Such stench and sway.
Such darkness, water and sick.
You promised me rainbows, white doves
and a rose bush when I die.
Bring pails and pliers, you said.
Gather corks, crayons, and screws.
Unwind the rhyme, you said.
Listen carefully: live.
But I am no sage.
I know nothing of verse,
even less of curses.
So I built it
and waited for wind.
You told me that I was your chosen.
That I was to carry the wine.
I believed you.
I should have eaten the pigs.
They're beginning to rot.
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC
It is so very dark in the ark.
Forgive me Lord for I am afraid.
This lack of light has begun to burn
and I am suffocating, crushed
between pineapples and pigs.
Forty days and the flasks are all empty,
I drank every last drop of your blood.
Forgive me, for I was hungry and afraid.
Your Word was no longer enough.
Such stench and sway.
Such darkness, water and sick.
You promised me rainbows, white doves
and a rose bush when I die.
Bring pails and pliers, you said.
Gather corks, crayons, and screws.
Unwind the rhyme, you said.
Listen carefully: live.
But I am no sage.
I know nothing of verse,
even less of curses.
So I built it
and waited for wind.
You told me that I was your chosen.
That I was to carry the wine.
I believed you.
I should have eaten the pigs.
They're beginning to rot.
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