ink splashed on the scriptures;
tainted by blood.
heretic brethes— flame of faith flickered,
ignited by clubbed.
a cave painting of god on the book of narcissist,
the brush must be punished.
“he is my justice, your honour;
if you say a word against him,
your neck will rest upon my sword”
announced the perpetrator, in the voice of heaven.
“he is also also my child, sweet love,
i won’t denounce him no matter what!”
as the god explained, the crowd gasped,
“who is this wolf in our liberator’s skin?”
the man amongst men was lynched and
the sinner was set free by society.
Be religious enough to pray and being a good man but not mad enough to GET offended on God’s behalf because you think HE is offended and punish someone ON his behalf _/\_
also idk how much the poem fits the prompt :P
“Take your stinkin’ paws off me, you damned dirty ape!” (Planet of the Apes)
Being shamed for doing it, right?
We could give a fuck, man!
(For uncommon carnal knowledge),
we do it best we can.
Cause we fuckin’ proud of this here
job, oldest of all time.
Prostituted our hot bodies,
now pimp our minds, for dimes!
Speaking of fuckin’, S, E, X,
it does its goddamn best
to get around. And it’s been found
it’s fun if you molest.
Who is better to entangle?
Why, victims of incest!
Which are worse, or are they equal
in their offensive tests?
You’re so high and mighty, Oh, Ho,
to that, I can attest!
So fuckin’ uppity, sum-bitch,
YOU’re better than the rest?
Putting folks down to hell and back
to make you feel bigger.
You think you know my rhyme for that?
You, my nig, go figure!
Never mind people need to sleep.
We work ’em! Dead logic.
So some died? What is wrong with that?
They were bloody bollocksed.
We don’t care if you were in school,
you were in our country.
Can’t live with DAYS of torture, eh?
Better off without you!
Some days I want to lay it down.
Life’s a damned enema.
Buy a sweet Fuck Off ring, at least,
like Kyrsten Sinema.
Maybe I’ll run for office, see?
in good old México.
Stand up for butterflies awhile
in the Amazon, yo.
Your days are numbered. Are you mad?!
When did the bastards take over?
Our world’s gone to haters.