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your messiah

Posted to Action Poetry

There he is
shedding his cuticle,
discarding his body
and leaving you bones.

His hands are full of torn, bloodied flesh
I'm preparing your messianic feast.

He rips through his shell and expells all the peices
of rotted lung and tortured liver.
He leave out his spleen.

He produces a meager dish of
heart and brain
and veins and marrow.

All there is to your savior
is his love, his mind, and his blood.
Is that really safe to eat?
Do you have spiritaul immunity?

You're pathetic.
Your messiah is botulism!
Your messiah is a plate
of rotten fat
and oily bones.