Snub Wars

 

I

“Thy god is demi, our Logos prevails!”;

“Our worthy Doctrine shall check your organs!”.

“We're Rightly doxing – Simonia says –

pray for our enlightened tzar a worthy display.”.

Is Christ severed twelve or God a slogan?

“Fret not, they don't hate you, but El Shaddai, go Joe Rogan!!

Just as Israel wanton a King to cancel my Grace...”

II

People snubbing left, right, center, for next Shaman-King;

who's snake ate more fruit from the pissing tree.

Fooling the Bough with brass bars and Akhans sewing –

the silver sacked Love, Ai Caramba serving.

The gold lost its glamour, no Jesurun in Thee!

Only lukewarm Molesters of Crowley and Dee –

If I hear another: “I have a dream!” I will unhinge.

III

There's no other vision, but Thus says Jesus through Jonah;

but you say: “He wasn't really a Man, not Son of God.

He was this and that – just don't worship Jehovah!”

Why should my spirit dwell in those Rehoboam,

who lost his fathers crown and wisdom to gloat:

“My thinger is thicker than Fathers dick; my yoke boast

more heavy than the Sphinx!” This is your chosen lot –

to live in dens and steal brides, like Benjamin gonna?

IV

All my life I walked ashamed, serpents heads are for crushing;

my father “devoted to God” abstained like Malthael, Räst vs Rashid!

I guided myself like Hagar in the desert; crying inner childling.

To find Išmail, for swamps and plains love ravens and wildlings!

I roamed to and through like a lion, carried camels Shin!

Children of God – hearken thy ears and come back Bereshit;

hold your Tavarish and customs – I have a Gospel gushing.

V

Who wants to Love through Wormwood and Vinegar?

But you say: “Nay, love is love, do as you wilt!

We built this city on Angels and a Gate of Deringer:

to rue the gall, who wanton Freedom we Mason, divide ginger;

conquer the minutemen, as diminutive is our blue chills...”

Hollywood, Iznogood, who can't Buffy, but Spike the pills;

to get another Crayon inserted to Homers brain for Ungern.

VI

Bastards are raised through candy and nuts, firstborn

through punishment and Fathers lead – to be Nimrod!

That Hunter in front of El Elyon; Mothers do scorn,

to keep the cunt out of the sons heart. Add thorns

to his road, lest He becomes soft, who can't privod

the currents of Life from Chaos to Order dobro pašalovat;

like Mr. Watson at Holmes service discerned.

VII

But you gods in front of Sebaoth shall die

like pigs and dogs, not worthy a single Talent!

Demon It teased, as the haughty dined

under Meneh-Tekhel, to kill Piggy for Zebub-Rhyne;

bugged a gifted Sophia , to burn down the cadent;

all cups filled with feels on heels, spare valence

to your Discriminati Mundi vaši canary memed Rye.

VIII

Occupy spread sheets – PEKO the new Beast from the East!

The stones have spoken: Sergeant fucks Perthro Left;

Ehwaz Right, going down in the Center with Odal the best...

He, who doesn't fall from Kenaz trinity, fawns chest

for Perthro, who doesn't craves for Ehwaz Milf theft;

Munto encasing another Virgo for the Cathedral shaft.

And Spanish boots walking to Canossa en masse je rien.

IX

Who wants to watch SEX backwards and cut in half!

People account for Apocalypse and Rupture but Lemontrees

are not planted nor pruned; grooming children – halflings,

imps, orcs, goblins – lest it be Superman, who shall

marry Louis Lane for Male Gaze. Better be Blue Beast Furries,

who can't even mutant in pride, unless jabbed; breached

from the multiverse and fourth wall – too Hume, no scalp!

X

In God all are able and Freed, but you redeem:

“I'm offended Why wasn't this Harlot or Richard

offering to the poor, so I could tithe the cream!

Make me a throne, so I could judge, who is Real

or not, else I call Nazi and Zondervan yours hand!”

True equality is for Gents, who lift up, not land

in the pit, to wallow in pity – amend it, can you see!

XI

Behold, I am doing the Thing – Bling Bling Catching;

will you brand your foreheads with chips on Sabbath.

Paint it Black, put the umbrella and rainbow ring

for Cpt. Planet and Gaya's sake kotoamatsukami spring.

The Rashomon Akatsuki of Californicated kabuki, hath

circumcised Me; Myself and I – Trans is the Aishylos bloodbath;

to sport the Wrath of God, Covenanting Samedi to be King!

XII

Let the Smug Wars begrin. Shin Shin to; Toph Shinto.

The Zen of Splinter Cell and Kappa the vacuous Free dom;

to shota the moonspirit Chandra; Venus; Yue –

Go checker your Chesters Chess, white is the new shinigamite;

will you let Aokigahara go back to Kyoto, blossom

the cherry trees and set the foxes free, to ransom

the vineyards of Naboth and Martha to Moria Punto.

XIII

Blessed is He, who comes in thy Name;

Conflict has arisen, to cast down

all enlightened and exulted ones Nani;

who rejoyce like Sly-Jack, then Old-Nick's shed is

burning for: “Mammon cums!” drown

in hoard of Hay Popes, who lie a brow

and pry a drow, lest a thought is Nami