Lead Me Not Into Temptation
Our Father who are in heaven,
they never should have taught me to hold your hallowed name in unclean cheeks.
now arrogant and mortal,
my mouth unyielding wet and wanting
to fill the hollows left by my loss of divinity.
with human fate i pay my rites
journeying to commune with the holy.
the passages of the sacred whip the starving
and breastfeed the obese through eternity.
still bound to the pilgrimage the holiest keep secrets
knowledge knotted into the backs of the whipping boys
and broken wombs of the martyr mothers.
the secrets, under the writhing bodies littering the righteous trails,
that whisper between the cracks of life
the sweetest melodies to keep company to those starving
through the darkest light.
it is only the hungry who are ever truly fed.
when they placed your name between my dirty teeth
my holiness slipped out
of my parted lips
and now for all eternity
i flail myself against my own cross
and bloody my hands weaving an unfit crown.
the priests taking their penance upon themselves
the choirboys offering in their innocence
blind faith and powerlessness
are the envy and song of every hungry faithful masochist.
the riches of the poor pass between hands during holy communion.
and it is only when you taste the flesh
that transubstantiation begins.
Our Father who art in heaven
behold the man journeying to his maker
in the most ancient of rituals
seeking to convene his beautiful and his grotesque.
praying to amend the humanness of his need to be loved
with his mournful sinful human fate.
placing a prayer in his mouth
he saw the goddess cross his face.
she rolled her eyes around in her head
and between her tongues
he heard the sound of the fear of himself.
for a moment he held his own divinity
passing it between her cherub chest
and his Aphrodite tits
cocooning the warmth
with tender acolyte hands.
salvation and enlightenment are instantaneous.
then he is left alone upon his cross
to say for the first time in a holy life his father's holy name.
purity is reserved for the forsaken.
innocence is kept for those bound to the faith of a narcissistic god.
penance is only a rite of believers.
when he called you out of himself,
denying his power,
he knew
it is only when we are given the world that we would choose
that our damned and holy souls shall ever be free of you.
amen.
they never should have taught me to hold your hallowed name in unclean cheeks.
now arrogant and mortal,
my mouth unyielding wet and wanting
to fill the hollows left by my loss of divinity.
with human fate i pay my rites
journeying to commune with the holy.
the passages of the sacred whip the starving
and breastfeed the obese through eternity.
still bound to the pilgrimage the holiest keep secrets
knowledge knotted into the backs of the whipping boys
and broken wombs of the martyr mothers.
the secrets, under the writhing bodies littering the righteous trails,
that whisper between the cracks of life
the sweetest melodies to keep company to those starving
through the darkest light.
it is only the hungry who are ever truly fed.
when they placed your name between my dirty teeth
my holiness slipped out
of my parted lips
and now for all eternity
i flail myself against my own cross
and bloody my hands weaving an unfit crown.
the priests taking their penance upon themselves
the choirboys offering in their innocence
blind faith and powerlessness
are the envy and song of every hungry faithful masochist.
the riches of the poor pass between hands during holy communion.
and it is only when you taste the flesh
that transubstantiation begins.
Our Father who art in heaven
behold the man journeying to his maker
in the most ancient of rituals
seeking to convene his beautiful and his grotesque.
praying to amend the humanness of his need to be loved
with his mournful sinful human fate.
placing a prayer in his mouth
he saw the goddess cross his face.
she rolled her eyes around in her head
and between her tongues
he heard the sound of the fear of himself.
for a moment he held his own divinity
passing it between her cherub chest
and his Aphrodite tits
cocooning the warmth
with tender acolyte hands.
salvation and enlightenment are instantaneous.
then he is left alone upon his cross
to say for the first time in a holy life his father's holy name.
purity is reserved for the forsaken.
innocence is kept for those bound to the faith of a narcissistic god.
penance is only a rite of believers.
when he called you out of himself,
denying his power,
he knew
it is only when we are given the world that we would choose
that our damned and holy souls shall ever be free of you.
amen.