The story's as old as mankind,
in fact older by far.
The spirit speaks, but then the word gets crushed
like a cheap cigar,
It's as if the need to know the truth was dirt!The reek of sex
denied fills the air and abused passion lies perplexed,
snuffed like a candle, thrown aside as casual as toilet wipe.
Is there a word in any language to match the pain and anguish
of mothers betrayed, their children slain?
In Ramah, the small skulls were smashed against the wall
to satisfy the beast which lurks in every human heart.
They splashed like melons warm and ripe from summer fields
and still some fool still asks, "Where was God?"
The question should be: "Where is our common humanity?"
Ye pigs and pricks who "praise the Lord"
and profess your "love of God"
while tickling the Dragon's Tail --
listen to the night winds wail!
Your wiggling tounges and words of babble
profane the holy name.
Your prayers are vain,
dry and empty wind which fan the flames
[Gee, I just saw that James at the Psychotic Patriot just said some terribly nice things about me and my feeble attempts to clean out the cobwebs in my mind. I sure hope this post didn't dash your expectations completley, I'm a bit rushed this morning as being on vacation can be a bit stressful at times. ]