I died for you,
grinned Jesus' evil twin.
This painting here displays my crucifixion -
Weep and rejoice - I took away your sin -
Now could you ask for a more lovely fiction?
Let poignant pictures of my thrilling killing
(By wondrous artists, and most richly framed)
Stand high on every altar-top, instilling
Death-rich obsessions... fantasies untamed...
Oh meditate upon my agony,
Feel, feel each lash, each palm-impaling nail .
Breathe in my stench of death - do this for me -
Angrily breathe in pain, and then - exhale!
Breathe out your anger, pain and hate on those
Who fail to worship me. Start off with Jews
Of course, but you'll not want for foes -
Like heathens, gays or atheists - you choose!
Let Death go apeshit!
While his evil
Eyes rolled, I went to Jesus, Don't you think
These murders he inspires us to are sins?
Don't you disown him? Jesus gave a wink.
If you have any comments on this poem, Jennifer
Candy would be pleased to hear