Wine carton Preaching 2

 

Boy fetch my soapbox and two bottles of wine,

This gon be a long'n

 

A light from Hell shines down and pierces through the Heavens

Illuminating Lucifer beating in my chest and Damien sleeping in my womb

 

Breathing is now an artform

Lungs painted black

Blend with red stained lips

Spitting out shards of green mucous

With every purple sonic vibration

 

The madness has seized me

And the Father cannot save me now!

 

This miscarriage of miscommunication decaying in utero

This misinterpretation of thought destroying the momentum of my message

 

The rain falls down upon my head

But my feet stay dry

And on I walk

And I walk on

And I may collapse in a pile on the side of the road

And the rain may fall

And the rain may cloud my vision

But my feet will stay dry

 

And I will look up and search for the gate and wonder who will greet me

The gods of destruction or the dogs of creation

Or maybe the six legged, seven armed, eight eyed, nine headed incarnation of my faith in humanity.