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One Last Shot at
Sanity
Plump and pompous
windbag, your skin is wearing thin
You preach lofty ideals then trample the masses under your feet
I open my heart to you to see what you have to say
And you expose the decay within, mocking my lack of faith
Stomp me with your
sharp heeled boot and see what I’m made of
Crack my skull with your fat fist and feel what I’ve been thinking
Cut me open with a crucifix and hear what makes me tick
Burn me with your fire, but watch me rise from the gray remains
I smile through my
shattered teeth at your stupidity
Blowing bloody bubbles at your ignorance
You are narrow minded, but you bite like a rabid dog
I watch you dance in circles like a wounded animal
Oh, tell me about
love, while you rip my family from me
Oh, tell me about compassion while you nail me to the wall
Oh, tell me about forgiveness while you preach my indiscretions
Oh, tell me about peace while you slaughter my children
Old lies come easy
for you, now that your reality is skewed
So hit me again, and watch me spit real blood
These are real bones you’re cracking, and they don’t
mend overnight
Beat me to death, but at least open your eyes and do it consciously
Guess what?
You’re not the in the majority, and you never have been
No, no, pick yourself up off the floor.
Take your fingers out of your ears.
Stop babbling like an infant and take a deep breath.
Smell this decay? It’s
the rotting flesh of everyone you destroy
You charged at me in
the name of Faith, in the name of your God.
But you don’t even know his name, and faith is just a medal you wear
Faith is the stench of things you were told to hope for,
The evidence that God left us for better waters a long time ago
Take a deep breath.
Hold it. Think. Listen for a minute, between punches
You’ve been duped. It’s
all a farce. Wait, hold on,
don’t get all excited
Just consider the possibility for a minute. Maybe I’m right.
Have you ever thought of that?
You’re following a code of ethics that was penned
by men you’ve never met
You’re deifying a nice guy that was murdered hundreds of years ago
You’re believing the testimonies of people that were never eye
witnesses
And we’ve not even begun to think of the politics. Ok, breathe now.
For a second I had you.
I could see it. Your
breathing became slow, steady.
I could feel your pulse lowering. But your eyes flashed, and you remembered
The gun you kept in your belt, under your suit jacket, for just this
occasion
And you chambered the silver bullet that silences heresy
October 10, 2000
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