at this late date
what is happening to you
in the groove of your fate?
am I the one to tell you?
who appointed me teacher and provocateur
in the name of a faith
I myself can barely trust?
if you want relief go elsewhere
if you want despair come to me
I defy every edit of warning
because I've gotten resentful
paying for sins without end
if God thinks He'll regain
our love and devotion He's sadly mistaken
His own inexorable law
is 'like begets like'
and how can we transcend when all he can do
is rub our noises in the very shit
from which we are trying to transcend?
join me here in the depths of our pleasures
they are scant and swift...and more precious for it...
and if God wants us so badly
and does not will us to perish
then let Him get off His throne
and show the very things
He demands of us
otherwise let Him blame Himself for everything
for which he takes no responsibility
even as he'll always pass the liability off on us
join me
our tiny time is infinite
in comfort against the inevitable
and the pain of its inevitability...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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