June (III)
I am the stone that the builders rejected,
I am the reassuring warmth you feel
When you've prayed before you sleep,
To let you know that someone is listening.
Rest assured, believers,
For the evil that people commit shall be visited upon them,
Yes, each shall be paid in his own coin.
My return will shock them to paralysis,
Sterility, the most exquisite pain
Will overload their every nerve ending,
Bubbles of torture, the chemicals,
The body's own pharmacy will be their cage, ha ha!
They've had the merest taste
Of what I endure each and every day
I speak with them. Poor fools,
They know not (but think they know) the heart's eager meanderings,
Its desperate, twisted passage through a tunnel devoid of pleasure.
If they could only feel what I feel!
The twisted minarets, the ashen crucifix,
The molten, tarnished Holy of Holies...
Symbols are not immortal:
Nothing lasts forever.
June 26, 2001
Created 06/26/01 / Last modified 06/26/01 by
Giovanni Dania
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