Born to be Damned

 

I

To the Damned, all life is Holy, they never guzzle

waste trampling on the excess, falling from their mounds.

Why hath the people gone up to Arkadia puzzled?

Like Obama and the mocking children to highground fizzle.

They offer to stars and powers, but not thy Lord go round;

may the bear take them as the bald comes down to crown!

Those, who have, shall have, those who don't loose all Rizzle!

II

Do or Die, those who have time to damn, abandon your folly.

Why would you look back at Sodom and Gomorrah with joy;

dost you think betters because Jesus saves? Listen, Sully,

Just as the pupil blessing in the morning, didn't receive fully –

he hoped for a blessing but got a curse, Fallen is Troy!!

Don't bring Greek Gifts to the Altar of the Lord, ye boy;

first make up with your adversary, what you have beef jolly.

III

To the Chosen, all life is unworthy – haughty is their gaze;

like Cows of Bashan they tip their toes around, rolling eyes.

Umbridge, gatekeeping on the fencesitters place:

“Let's not allow people even border with God, lest some vice

becomes unholy at the touch of El Shaddai – Let us dine!”

Do you have time, eat at dinner tables, then thy Lord confined

under yours starving like a little puppy seeks his crumbs chase?

IV

Those, who put chips and leaflets at mourners shoulders;

those who war at Sabbath day, taking the sword from the meek.

The orphan and widow cant come with their case to court, beholders

are seething to watch, that none shall pass the thrown boulders!

Alas, “Conflict” has arisen, and gallops on his white horse – wreak

havoc and dismay, so War; Famine and Death could enter deep;

open wide, ye heavy thinkers, who like Eli from their seat, Mulder.

V

But Jesus shall Live amongst the Pans and the Dryads;

the elves shall bring him incense, the Alps shall mend his armour!

The Valkyries be maids of honour, while the Kingdom of God's

children are cast out into the furthest pits of darkness, where Gogs

and Magogs gnash tooth and wail their hounds! Born in Glamour,

you have gorged yourself in the beatitudes of El Elyon Famous.

What you have not done unto wicked, you have not unto Thy Lord!