"magdaline" poems
On your crucifixtion day, take a gift from me
It didn’t cost a cent, I made it all for free
You’ll love it like you did Mary Magdaline
A small glimpse of the world after you go off and die for sin
I’m a man of words, I hope you’ll stick around
You don’t have a choice, those nails are in there pretty sound
As you’re dying of dehydration and hematadrosis
Know that now in court, people blame you for their psychosis
A father hears a voice tells him to **** his kid
You’re responsible for more infant deaths than SIDS
Another man fills a pipe with nails; a clinic up in flames
And the inspiration derives from your holy name
The Holy Crusades, now that’s a delight
Did you know they actually sent children to fight?
It’s true, and in your name no less
I’ll tell you right now, it was not a success
They next denied the holocaust
But never you think all is lost
They’re right on board with marrying gays
Oh wait, I messed up that last phrase
I don’t think you fathom the harm to come
The damage that’s done because you’re the son
Of the holy god, my former employer
Before I was keeper of killers and lawyers
Heres some advice, take it from me
You’re wasting your time, get off that tree
Get down, and have a long talk with your father
Tell him **** ‘em all, and next time try harder.”
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 9:21 AM UTC