Corrupt me, then I'm wrong

 

I

Let the children come to me, thus said Jesus;

since it been, law and order – powerplane.

All want to rule, none want to follow Je Suis!

Corrupted by their French, swear parcel to depuis;

neither Englishmen nor Irish, the people can't complain!

Who wants to be the gatekeeper, to raise a glaive –

“He wasn't walking, skulldugging with us, thus J'accuse!”

II

So many guardians of Solitude and Ardent Justice;

could something be mimicking in the translation.

Corrupt me, then I'm wrong, the heels must edifice

the road to Excelsior or the next Matrix Bellatrix –

crushing the skins of all grapes and bushel faux maison.

Then people look for secrets in broad daylight, Chanson

for keys, what there never recorded in the catcher of Dye.

III

Why does God need those, who asked for a King;

to not live according to His laws, now wanton

to speak up directly! Still they would prolong

the suffering, by claiming by aspirations tongue:

“I have eaten nothing!” Perhaps they need a Shogun

to rule them all, and Shen Long to send Songoku

to whip his dick out, cock and ball the Holy Spiriting!

IV

If they don't listen to the Son, nor Father, why now!

What you haven't done to the lesser, neither received

it El Shaddai! Let those wisemen go Home;

there is no command nor request for thensome –

mind your own business and fuck your goats, swine!

Where you with King Saul and Weapons, ye concubine;

or cast among the prophets, to seethe how thots bow?

V

El Elyon will not give another prophet nor message;

to those, who cant read the Torah, pretending upon visage;

“We're fasting all night long – look, our worthy offerings, sage”;

ugh, begone foul stench, your manners are counterfeit;

your root-beer diluted with water, nobody wants to make

way, to build up “Mercy, not sacrifice!” On Sabbath Day

you would drown your neighbours ox in the well belate.

VI

People run postal, to see the next flick on Judgment Day;

what did this or that ranting Doomsman Halleluyah!

Eating popcorn and catching Pokemon, fair play –

naming holy names and virtues, while judging insane.

Who made the mad and the serious, for you to bloohblah;

rap on the Heavens door, deny the Heathens Brouhaha?

The Conflict will ensue, no Worthy shall be able to Pray!

VII

Gaze upon your doom, who cast their hopes on fortune:

“We have collected much profit, lets wine and dine, be merry!”

What business will bring, then worth has turned to crude

shards of clay, who will give you their service or boon –

then Ichabod rien ne vas plus your roulettez vous cherry;

Christmas and bloodshed, the snow is dirty, scurry;

let us worry about politics, while Ukraine awaits snakestones.

VIII

No Mercy for the wicked, who forsaken their oaths;

you have time to shop and sing Carols, they bleed!

Let The Holy Spirit freeze your Soul sir. Loath;

miss Scorn – none of you are reborn in Christ – Wroth

for your own worries, for God will not give a weep,

then the judgment comes for your tigers leap...

Thus Durga and Muhammed have to grow!!

IX

Rebuilt shall be Samaria, an Empire rise from India;

patronising and lending out, as was their colonist!

The Rivets chase each-other; cylinder smoke cinders;

transistors take goofed vibes, to thrill the X with Tinder.

Spot the missing link, Darwin-Dawkins-Dawson fist

for the news, who could comprise the Zen of enmity –

demagogues demiurges demo hunt Deus Vult Unger!

X

Warmongers sturmgerst suit in the pursuit for lessaiz Homme;

somebody to pay your bills and carry your luggage, whims;

as Donna fuck any nigger and servo for your token Fromm!

Cheese mages frolicking on stage for the Euthanasia Prompt;

who can still love himself, loathes his Father-Son-workings.

Signal was lost in the fellatio sign language barrier stockings;

voyeur joyeux heureux Connor last main stand ca comme.

XI

I'm dreaming of a wildhunt, where Inari deceive Whiteraven;

lured into a deep cave, to bathe in the cold pool, crystal lit cavern.

Then the Man beckons for Woman's courtship in a tavern;

longing to be goaded over the doorstep for the craven

whip; collar and leash, for the iron maiden and coven!

Don't forget to say farewell, Enoch was forgotten

into a private room with God, like Fairies steal Laymen!