a new religion
in which we recognize the fallacy
of our gods
as projections of ourselves
my body is not a temple
my body is not a temple
Virgin Mary never bled for the sanctity
of cruelty within my chest
and the Devil never rebelled
against perfection for the sake of
this smoldering empathy in my bones
this is a bad ritual
pretending that we're too old to die young
rattle the bars of your rib cage
Pillars of Creation
but dont move for the key
Pandora's Box, guarded by
serpent biting its own tail
forever chasing an errant sense of absolution
theres no freedom in martyrdom
theres no freedom in martyrdom
except the satisfaction of having
killed a God
David & Goliath
kiss the lips of your severed head
30 seconds of liberation
love's sweet embrace
honey in the ribs of a dead lion
beauty and the beast
kiss your severed head