O.B.I.T.uary
napalm morgue
we throw it to the media
it blows up num skull atheist
smorgasbord
witchfinder general
our lavender army drafted
from the molested by the religious
septic flush brutal truth funeral
literary killing joke
fallen christ cut in the
shape of a cross the snow
lines intersect on the mirror of coke
fleshcrawl godflesh
set in rigor mortis autopsy
report impaled nazarene
betrayer corrosion of conformity unmesh
lordwind dark tranquility
disharmonic orchestra
cadaver before he could be sentenced
senile carcass of the priest who abused thee
censer bolt thrower
frankincense inquisition
underground indie artist
current crop spiritual canoe rower
foolish bastard its after
the end of the world
those unbaptized are prey
to religious dementia social slur
human despair rotting bane
but we're from the hallowed halls of fame
the birth of your ignorance
artistic content our monetary gain
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Love,
Deborah
This is a holocaust of a poem, Sage. When you throw firebrands, you throw hot ones!!!
Chip Bergeron