Two thousand years on, you’re still being framed
by those who believe they know who you are.
Hanging around their necks, you are claimed
and captured by their hands joined in prayer.
They eat your flesh and when they cannot bear
the stink of their sin and pollution,
they turn to you for absolution.
Is the world in need of another flood?
Are you still capable of a wonder?
Let them be bathed in your warm red blood
and after their forty days spent under,
they shall awake like a child from slumber
that has never even heard of your name.
You’ll be off the hook, out of the frame.
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 11:54 AM UTC
Two thousand years on, you’re still being framed
by those who believe they know who you are.
Hanging around their necks, you are claimed
and captured by their hands joined in prayer.
They eat your flesh and when they cannot bear
the stink of their sin and pollution,
they turn to you for absolution.
Is the world in need of another flood?
Are you still capable of a wonder?
Let them be bathed in your warm red blood
and after their forty days spent under,
they shall awake like a child from slumber
that has never even heard of your name.
You’ll be off the hook, out of the frame.