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Jackson Halsey Poem
I, the egg, split me open
And show the blood on my yolk
Men's brains would be better scrambled
Than left to hatch
Into wars over who cracks who
And who gets to pour their batter
Into another's mold
Fire up the oven
All men should burn in hell
God included
For God is a man
A man who is as prideful
As the star He makes fall
Yet God suffers no consequences
And curses all anger against Him
He fights fire with fire
That He never feels the burn of
God wouldn't make hell
If He risked writhing in it
And yet wakes man up to choose
To fall into subservience
Or wish he'd never been born
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Jackson Halsey Poem
For they know not what they are doing
How could they not
as God-given capacity for ignorance
is only blasphemy when available
The Indigenous of New Zealand
Never heard Jesus's sweet name
until 1814, So all those natives
get to burn forever with Hauty
The proud church of Christ
and its east-west schisms
And Luther's nailed paper
Show God's "unauthorized" confusion
Mormons and Muslims follow
in the writing of many books
and their books on their books
and their books on their books and
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Jackson Halsey Poem
The water in my pail
soured overnight
So I pluck every hair
off the skin of my body
And watch the spores of mold
grow around the rim
My crown is broken
And my chair is for liars
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