Timformation
11-01-2007, 12:41 PM
Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction (Pascal)
the wine was bitter...my irritation was swelling...the crushed essence of a blood-god...sterile sensations in a room wrought in lacy brass and varnished wood...recessed shadows...all grapes and bloody...afflicted on all sides by the artifacts of pointless ritual...altar cloth like a theatre curtain...the stained-glass screen crackling and popping it's wavering image...the pens...the feeding trough of absolution...swarthy pigs in single file...waiting to slide open the little perforated hatch...desperate to pour our their hearts to some fat cock behind the screen...pour out the desires that threaten to wash me overboard...force me to my knees...flayed into reverent supplication to the son of the eternal father...the first recorded episode of child abuse...hero...who lived...and died shackled to the shadow of his daddy...fucked over...fucked up...lashed bleeding and broken on a vertical beam to every altar...every narthex...every pulpit in the land like some freak in a carnival show...only two bits to worship the corpse...the chiseled icon that should be duplicated...aspired to...emulated...mass-produced...envied...envied because the only path to glory is through divine punishment...through the resistance of a world where sight and sound become taste and touch...narrowing to a pin-point...'till there is only she...warm hands sliding over taut flesh...crush your desires...sick...perverted...but oh how lush the lure...sweat stinging like a viola so sadly out of tune...let the fruit of desire decay upon the bough...chafing the tongue like stale bread...take the world hostage...deny these rash acts that break upon the strand of my chemical dependence...possessing charms not unlike those of a paregoric or soothsayer...leaving only endless tracts of white coast-line behind...charity is a scarcity...kindness is selfishness...apathy a marketable commodity...these perverters of art and science...clinging to useless sorcery for a diversion...life is cheap but death is free...looming above the multitudes...hair like elvis...victim of any clique or coven...justifying every lie we've bought right down the line...greys and blacks...pupils like opal stars...holding no compassion...no purity...only the scarlet desire to tear free from the moorings of persecutions and killkillkill...those who made love conditional...squashed ardor...stunted lust...a thousand bloody flags raised above a thousand bloody raids...all for the word..the sould fleshless and silent...how often mine lips hath chilled upon thy walls...my blood cool as stagnant water...probed into arrogant inescapable corners of guilt for harmless vice...i retort...be damned frigid edifice...curse these modern strains...i allowed you to go as far as you wished and still only got halfway...running towards my demise...rejoicing in it with open arms...my heart found itself a crack...let a screaming dove of joy slither through...catch me...conquer me...the horizon has been abolished...
the wine was bitter...my irritation was swelling...the crushed essence of a blood-god...sterile sensations in a room wrought in lacy brass and varnished wood...recessed shadows...all grapes and bloody...afflicted on all sides by the artifacts of pointless ritual...altar cloth like a theatre curtain...the stained-glass screen crackling and popping it's wavering image...the pens...the feeding trough of absolution...swarthy pigs in single file...waiting to slide open the little perforated hatch...desperate to pour our their hearts to some fat cock behind the screen...pour out the desires that threaten to wash me overboard...force me to my knees...flayed into reverent supplication to the son of the eternal father...the first recorded episode of child abuse...hero...who lived...and died shackled to the shadow of his daddy...fucked over...fucked up...lashed bleeding and broken on a vertical beam to every altar...every narthex...every pulpit in the land like some freak in a carnival show...only two bits to worship the corpse...the chiseled icon that should be duplicated...aspired to...emulated...mass-produced...envied...envied because the only path to glory is through divine punishment...through the resistance of a world where sight and sound become taste and touch...narrowing to a pin-point...'till there is only she...warm hands sliding over taut flesh...crush your desires...sick...perverted...but oh how lush the lure...sweat stinging like a viola so sadly out of tune...let the fruit of desire decay upon the bough...chafing the tongue like stale bread...take the world hostage...deny these rash acts that break upon the strand of my chemical dependence...possessing charms not unlike those of a paregoric or soothsayer...leaving only endless tracts of white coast-line behind...charity is a scarcity...kindness is selfishness...apathy a marketable commodity...these perverters of art and science...clinging to useless sorcery for a diversion...life is cheap but death is free...looming above the multitudes...hair like elvis...victim of any clique or coven...justifying every lie we've bought right down the line...greys and blacks...pupils like opal stars...holding no compassion...no purity...only the scarlet desire to tear free from the moorings of persecutions and killkillkill...those who made love conditional...squashed ardor...stunted lust...a thousand bloody flags raised above a thousand bloody raids...all for the word..the sould fleshless and silent...how often mine lips hath chilled upon thy walls...my blood cool as stagnant water...probed into arrogant inescapable corners of guilt for harmless vice...i retort...be damned frigid edifice...curse these modern strains...i allowed you to go as far as you wished and still only got halfway...running towards my demise...rejoicing in it with open arms...my heart found itself a crack...let a screaming dove of joy slither through...catch me...conquer me...the horizon has been abolished...