Every fable scribbled across your unscrupulous scripts

Habitually arranging covert trips to unearth old dirt from the crypt

This updated unadulterated nickel plated shade of hatred is silently alarming

Like eels breach & crack through my esophageal tract until my visions collapses

Fury flushes freely toward the cranial axis, contemplating the disturbance, whatever
the act is

Until the anger overcomes me, numbs me, compromises my synapses

Taken every way of life and made a mockery, made a sign, and hated

Textually undressed and molested every real religious text, then expurgated it.

Formed your own novel using excerpts from the mouths of the archetypal disciples

Produced a jungle juice theology, put a King's name on it and started printing bibles.