October 08, 2006
"If God lived on earth, people would break his windows."
Embers in the autumn air
the blistering kisses of the damned
as they search for a soul to singe.
Embrace the fiery pinpricks
in the godless sky
and turn your soul to ash.
Drop from angel cluttered clouds
and fall lightly in the hands of hypocrites
that smudge their foreheads
leaving grubby fingerprints
on all they touch.
Watch as the pageant of degenerates
with soot covered genitals
bow to intersecting beams of wood
and pretend to be cannibals.
They are religious gluttons
that fail to realize
that communion is an act of sharing
not of consumption.