The busted brass trumpets blare, held by tone deaf lepers
Apocryphal Godheads shiver to see me thrive in the grey
Left to gawk at the cretins who secreat lamb piss
Those left adrift suffocate in the squalor of drugs and sex
How many spurious cunts had the misguided lord molested
Ripped from the womb and molded by gaunt fingers
I have six days to billow beyond this brittle shell
And by the seventh the remarkable shall celebrate in sodomy
Jesus is the buffoon hiding beneath his mother’s skirt
I watched as he sanctified all those bullet wounds
The slack jawed mummies deny, deny and deny
As we quench our pollution with sweet red tincture
Sexy seraphs left damp with wide spread thighs
Shackled and bound to a dogwood bedpost
Rabid hounds howl with their insanity
As they are slaughtered just to appease liberated angels
Dare I ask who exhumed the moldy tales
I say its best we let carcasses rot
Join in throwing dirt upon the casket
Better yet, let us cremate the entire lot
Christ wept when he saw the army of New Gomorrah
Captains of leather invade Easter with their anal sex
The hyenas lap up the Jesuit blood
We will march forward to Golgotha to pulverize dusty bones
A Poignant shepard masturbates with crucifix wounds
Allow me to spread the salt and twist that old Roman spear
Only the beguiled lemmings listen to that twat
And the rest of us piss upon crucified excrement
John Putignano 