Why must we keep eternally circling,
crucifying ourselves and eating our flesh,
self-admirers needing redemption
from an echoing self-gazing hell?
Why must we keep eternally circling?
Crucifying Jesus and eating his flesh?
Haven't we had enough yet?
Isn't he totally digested?
Why have we made the cross a pogo stick
upon which we eternally bounce?
Impaled. Released. Impaled. Released.
It's all the nonchristians too! An epidemic!
Perpetual motion machines of condemnation and salvation.
Why, I swear! Jesus needs to come back
and chase us with a chain saw!
But I bet we'd run around in circles.
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Ah those wonderful egos
ReplyDeleteImpaled, released, impaled, released
They feed on it
They grow on it
And are sustained
No more impaling, releasing
And the old best friend
Just fades away
Or as the saying sorta goes
Who needs enemies
If for your friends.