Jesus

O Jesus! In our hours of pain and cold And uncertain star it's hard to please the vulgar As the variable seeds by the mountain height your body as it is trembling With innocent madness; when pain and anguish like wire do tricks Of colder snake but a paramount angel will grow within you. Yet I witness the bloody eagles Over you as they were eating the flesh heart off you, Smelling your warm blood from your feet up And hands, while you were calling your father’s name, and then I sprung. I drink the poisonous wine and I eat the bread with ants. I dream no more. Reality kills me and what I leave behind and it still, And what it must I have taken it and I will take my child’s arms in pain; a tear Which I freeze it to the foreseen world. I cannot blame any barbarians nor the king or emperor; All of them should pay. One way or another as seal road will rise. I should be there, and I should be served you as a monster angel Or a humble old man before you. I do feel my rage; in cold and in the deep sea, while I am deflowering This lovely rose from the virginal pond, and I fear it, and you should Because there will be no more time for which I rise Against those who will dare to doubt.