Zaqqum
06/05/2011
Sweet and foul
Bitter and beastly
Look upon the ones that chose to eat me
Feathered millionaires gathered at my feet yearning for the biter treat
It's calling you will you answer
Will you kill your spouse for this meal
My belly it's full of hate as I hold in my bowels from the ache
Still I'm propelled to reep from the grit filled tree of sin
This tree is designed for the son of men
Adam will rise up again
Taking hold of a pummeled end cleaning the rinds
Holding it in
Oh great and mighty one please not this again
Tis what I wanted when I took up with sin
So I grab more fruit and I dig in.
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Ashes from ashes
The eternal tree arises.
With
Roots deeply rooted,
In the dust of dusts.
In which our sins gather.
“O Priest, o priest what do these words in my visions mean” the man says.
The priest replies “My son, my son I do not know,
For I too have these visions, but that tree you see is etched on my chest”.
It's Christmas time again.
The shopping is over;
All the beverages have been bought,
as well as the food.
Cards have been sent and received.
Decorations have been placed
and the tree is fully assembled and garnished.
Located at the base of the tree are gifts.
So many that you can't see the stand.
One problem...
There's no room for baby Jesus.
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