i had already been condemned.
was said I had forsaken the good.
and alienated myself from
the Lord almighty,
compassionate as he was.
a few minutes of faux repentence
a lifetime of insanity
my style.
somethings can't negate each other
simple math teaches this
and ancient lore is not more substantial.
funny how some can't see this
taking on my mortality as a fixer-upper.
as they do little cottages
and forsaken gardens
my damned soul.
unrepenting, mind you.
i have lived ammorally
i have transgressed the fortifications
wallowing amongst the damned
and intermingling the hookers
on rainy, dark nights.
and i have laughed with the drunks
and drank with the assassins.
and through it all, i've laughed
and yearned for more
grinning with insolance,
knee-deep in the squalor
enough to make a good Christian cry.
but an hour should save me.
pious me, grasping my precious beads
counting and silently chanting
and reveling with
the arthritic devotees
who, have their entire lives been living
good and right.
and they show for it
gnarled hands,
lost loves,
themselves.
but this hour shall save me.
wash clean my tainted soul
free me from eternal bondage
and unfetter my condemned being.
satan would laugh at these petty attempts.
but rather, i laugh with him.
Back.