Whacked

And you...



Crimson killers rose from a pool

of warm coagulating blood to slay

the lives of any that came their way.

Dead men cracked the virginal skulls

of children and laughed as they ate

gray matter like sweet nutmeats.  (Laughter)

There was always laughter!

Putrid carcasses of flesh blazed

in a pyre of the recently dead.



And you...



An umblemished feminine face broke

into a cracked grin of reality/insanity.

Burning liquid flowed among the damned

and perhaps God looked down upon them,

but only in perverse pleasure

as the throng yearned for death.



And you...



Ravens ate the eyes of babies as Saints

tortured innocent witches of Satan.

Boys raped boys in the wet earth

where their ancestors lay sleeping.

And the laughter came again.



And you...



Orgasms and alcohol conceive a child

in a black marble graveyard of Nazis.

Abortion rips the life of the antichrist

proving its worth 'till The Second Coming!

God is an iron!



And you...



She was found face down in her own vomit,

her wrists cut and bleeding to kill.

And perhaps God looked down.  And laughed

at the umbilical cord joining stillborn and vagina.



And you...



And you try to wake, to escape judgment,

but you have already been declared guilty.

There is no sodomy or rape that you do not

deserve a thousand times over.  You pray

but can no longer even hear laughter.