| "I'm a Baptist! What are you?" Oh, Episcopalian.
"A Pissy WHAT-ian? What do THEY believe in?"
I dunno - a creed, some rites, and sacraments.
"Oh." "You're one of THOSE." "WE have a REAL religion."
"WE believe in Baptism by total immersion."
If they'd only held you down longer, it might have taken.
"I'm not talking to you anymore, you're not a Good Christian"
True, but my prayers were JUST answered by Lord Satan.
THEN, Mephistopheles was promising.
The Dark Side Beckons and
Is truly better lit from within
Mephisto becomes Lucifer
Offering no soul barter
but Dionysian possession
suddenly so familiar:
Kahiko! Ancient tradition!
... Ua noa te tapu, ua ho`i aku e
... The taboo is free, it's gone away
But to invite a god
inside to sit when
you have no chair
is making you
ONE NOHO, OK?
It's too soon, too soon,
So you calculate
how much aspirin
kills a 16 year old
and after only 12
you fall fast asleep
so then you wake up
point a gun to your head
remove the safety
feel the trigger
HEY! WRONG TARGET!
Then your exhaustion and anger copulate and conceive.
The beat of my heart.
The song of the bird
outside this bricked room.
A window to time
that moves without need
of winding by me.
A new way to die
retaining my blood
remaining intact
releasing a sigh.
A window to time
revealing its teeth
preparing to tear.
The song of the bird
inside this bricked mind.
A chrysalis death.
So I sleep.
So I am wandering
in a dream wasteland,
littered with death, disease and dismemberment.
The voice that commands me speaks.
You must not feel - I will not feel.
You must not return - I will not return.
You must not hear the bird's song - I will not hear the bird's song.
You must awaken to the beat of your new heart -
So I awaken.
The beat of my heart.
The sound of the bird
outside this bricked room.
A window to time
that moves without need
of winding by me.
A new way to live
retaining my death
remaining intact
ignoring my pain.
A window to time
revealing its teeth
preparing to tear.
The sound of the bird
inside this bricked mind.
A chrysalis life.
Slow realizations
The world WILL be stood upright again
But not by taking sides - there are no sides
Only splinters and factions
No Good and Evil but
9 billion competing hells
9 billion competing heavens.
No need to mention:
Nietzche, God, and Satan
Dead, Dead, and quite Dead.
But THEN Agnosticism was promising.
At least resembling integrity.
I mean, what do *I* know?
Maybe they're ALL Dead.
No, not a chance
MY cellar sanctuary has a
hinged window set high
And I know
the roses outside
have thorns and aphids
but they ARE Red, Red
very Roses.
Red as my Bloody Soul
Red as the bird
inside my bricked mind.
And She-Who-Stands-Hair-On-End
whispers "Hello, I'll see you then."
As if THAT wasn't enough:
In Study Hall
Alicia Talbot,
of precocious
developement,
picks up a pencil
in front of my eyes
and all at once,
Immaculate Conception!
The Horned God - In the Flesh!
I share these revelations
with the wrong person
And hear a last minute
Plea for conversion
Come convert and be our proselyte,
Come convert and be our proselyte,
Come convert and be our proselyte,
We'll save your soul all-right!
THIS, From ridiculous people who don't even know what a damned soul
IS!
Sorry, guys, too late.
I've already booked
a long sober passage
through my own wasteland.
Don't call again
Until I return.
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