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The Poisoner of Galilee

Yahwaste, the poisoner crafter of illness

Burdened by God’s love of thunder

At the helm of the donkey’s phallus

Is the wretched witch and mother

Her breasts glisten under moonlit tapestries

Bestial wanting wrapped in gold

Canst the hungry of Earth be fed

By mother’s feces and mold?

Dancing at nighttime’s birth and length

A surrounding whim of lust

Carried away with the love of the beasts

Shallow the plots of mistrust

Come by daylight’s haunting presence

Hues of yellow and greens

Simple cravings of nature and nurture

Eaten alive by fiends

The poisoner of Galilee, ungodly again

Reaps as they wither away

Few and forgotten in sands of the past

Scatter the bone ash of prey

Oh yes, thou art forsaken

And on a pedestal, thee will be placed

For all the fools to bear

Some witness, some burden and lo,

Someday your spine will be exposed

Stabbed by your brother

With a coldest hand

They father loves you more

Now that you writhe in pain

Three upon the trees

Like the withering trust of man

Between two thieves

Fragrant like the Sumerian dust