Boxing Day 2005 AD

My brother,

he is dying.

My mother,

she is crying.

Xmas now, I just don't know.

promised light wears a darkening glow

In the face of the reaper

life appears cheaper.

The index of lives stock drops

to a devastating low.

In the East wages war

Leaders of Nations sold out

to false pretences of a presidential Whore

who is jerking the meat of his people sore

he himself impotent

from overindulgence no doubt.

While Clerical Rome stands by and declares

its true worries are the gay.

Priesthood in haughty suppression taunts

The very God to whom it prays

Defying,denying that men in His Image was made,

Pro Creating all the way.

So this wonderous might of human loin,

was made to look upon unclean

Lust so innocently pure at heart

Declared to be shamefully obscene,

by clergymen in abstinence,

virility called for penitence.

Thus good perverted into bad .

And joy turned into feeling sad.

I throw at you these Xmas Days

From randy pope, to preying priest,

Well have you trained yourself in ways

most worthy of the Beast.

So tell me not of a Son sent out

by a Father for more than to teach

My stomach turns and vomits the blood

of the sacrifical lamb that you preach.

How black can you be, so heartless and cruel,

to praise a God for betrayal and waste.

In the words and teachings of Jesus's life

flows the only blood

He ever desired to taste.

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Art by Marijke Ponjée.

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