We Aborted the Lamb and Cursed It To Hell

We aborted the Christ a long time ago What with the successive thousands of gentle fetuses strangled. Stop stop! Why lament? Let not the wind be rankled By thy silly bleats and unbaked ego. Thee killed the Christ Thee impeded his coming. Thee cruel beast flaked with lies O thee daughters of Jezebel’s sinning! Thee killed him, that young Christ in thy womb That lamb sent down to our sins loom. What did so meek a lamb do to thee, predators? What vice did he depict, O executors? There, thee shake those cursed heads of thine. That lamb committed none, but thee went for its throat. When thee felt it kick in glee in thee Thee hastened in terror for that mountain yonder Where thee crucified him still like done on Golgotha, Fronted by those lascivious Romans in their creel. Those Romans were of a less cruel breed For I watched thee in triple trepidation murder the Christ. I peeped as thy hands pulled it forth from its manger While that stiletto went cutting and shredding and beheading its soft cord. I watched thee squash its throat: A young lamb that has neither learned to kick nor croak Nor mastered the humanness of weeping. I watched thee young Jezebel, thee came stabbing. And stabbing. And cursing. I watched thee as the sun set in the East While darkness fell speedily from the mist as the sun hid its head in fatal shame, While thee with the stealth of Lucifer Cast that messenger from the heavens two feet below And again cursed it to the bowels of hell.