a tarnished holy grail…

the chalice
had
sharp broken edges
on
its rim
with
stains
of
blood
along
it’s stem
a
shylock merchant
said
it was safe
to
drink from
and
that the nectar
at
the bottom
was
an elixir
surely
used
by
midas
tho
the pungent
smell
of
death
permeated
the air
around
it
the odorous decay
of
souls
but
greed’s disciples
grasped
the chalice
and
drank
hoping
to
taste
the elixir
and
possess
their golden dreams
but
the chalice
only
contained
the
blood
of
fools

 

the book of dying 3:10…

not human joy dark deep joy
watching pain grow as greed kills
apostles of light now death’s angels
doing death’s bidding volunteers of darkness

 

the book of dying 3:2…

history of men death’s dark angels
wingless night creature messengers of evil
life’s slave traders gold for souls
believers in prayer fee for redemption

 

the book of dying 2:1…

death’s fallen angels always spoke lies
saying they’re mistreated and unfairly judged
claiming that truth is but falsehood
calling on men to protect them

 

the book of dying 1:10…

so death decided to send angels
death’s fallen angels the soulless men
whose words enamored but were empty
blinding the eyes to living corpses

 

prayer or staged devotion…

after so much
dialogue
about prayer
this
past week
i was wondering
what
aunt bea
thought
about
all this
public
combat
on
religious observances
so
i stopped by
on
my way home
from
work
she said
public prayer
lets folks
know
you
have something
in
common
with them
or
serves
as
a
how great i art
vulgar
marketing ploy
but
private prayer
lets you
have
an uninterrupted conversation
with
the divine
it makes
folks
feel
better
to
have expressed
what
is already known
one thing’s for sure
prayer
for
power
is not
the same
as
the
power
of
prayer

 

no forwarding address…

want to contact god
but despite my best efforts
there’s no new address
the old church hangouts are now
sublet to vain charlatans