Posted by jürgendeus
on 4/17/2002, 3:05 am
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jesus was a man who walked upon the water according to the book nobody wrote that tells you the story of when time began so that you learn to speak the truth with your mind and in the silence you sense there is something more to say but no one will tell you what it is and when you speak your words drop down like pebbles on a slope thats rolling straight to the bottom and no, no more dropping beads down the rosary that is two sizes too small, count your prayers instead because there are so many and even a blind man can be shown the light with the world that he can hear and touch, the feel of skin on a blind palm, the sound of breathing in a blind ear, we live so blindly with our rosaries and idols and prayers and the leaning we suffer through for faith but it is really a matter of trust and no one will tell you this but with the coming of the new messiah there is one face that will not be moved and it is the face of the devil and he will weep because his throne will be lost and all his riches strewn over the holy land and the ash of bitterness will settle all about his high, proud features, burnt roses black with gall will rise into the tears that flow from his torn sight, a blind man defeated by light, he will be smote down by a force he cannot embrace, almost human he will be in his despair and no one will turn to give the blind man a hand because in the psalms and in the bible all written by the invisible voice there are no provisions for a soul that knows not what it is and so we die and we die and we die blind as bats, sinking into the water, reading words with no authors, blinded by faith, blinded by sorrow, blinded by the light because jesus was just a man and he destroyed everything when he started collecting souls like you collect marbles and in your heart you know that the reason you live in darkness is because he talked about the light and closed the door in your face when you sought a glimpse but the lepers who limped into his waiting arms were given souls brighter than the mad blood rushing in your face for it is you he turned into the devil and you will suffer for the sin of curiosity and if youd only put down that lamp at midnight you would not have singed the golden shoulder with your betraying drop of oil and no sacred scar would have torn you between the mountains and the sea, forever drifting in the black night of your soul with the lonely cries of voices you cannot understand and faces you weep to hear for you are abandoned and the light cannot save you, it will burn you into cinders and that is why you hide, hide under the dirt, cringing at the sun while all above you golden haloes rise to glory and you sit in the acrid dust of darkness and eat your naked heart out with your hands that twist like roots, like roots they burrow into grubby soil and in the moment of the last reckoning it is him you hate who turned you into this, a wretched sinner at the base of a cross, a wooden motif of repentance that will not save you now. you will turn to dust. you will be scattered like the wind.
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