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Second Coming
Long before once-upon-a-lifetime-out-of-time time Coalesced inside my breath and read death my riot act, And I bid Earth good-bye, for a season...
Once upon a lifetime out of time, I encountered a shaman, A Hermes Trismegistus alchemist, a cabalist, A Ptolemaic, Newtonian, Einsteinian pseudocosmologist,
Who read my tarot cards, tea leaves, palm's lifelines, Gazed deep into the stars aligning in my farthest, darkest galaxy, My soul's Milky Way,
And decided to speculate on my destiny, my fate, Predict how I might contend with the presence, essence, of death, If, indeed, I would succumb to its persuasive decay
Or, instead, abnegate its dictates, existential mandates, Read it my feeble, half-contrite screed, jeremiad, diatribe, Confess my miracles and prophecies as hocus-pocus Gospels
Not worthy of Mark, Matthew, Luke, or John — Apocryphal Gnostic scriptures written on the winds of the void, To baffle the likes of disobedient, time-bound mankind.
Tonight, two thousand years after my birth and demise, Existing, yet, in the stench of my rotting flesh, I reject my death by crucifixion, refuse to accept my resurrection,
And repudiate the God-damned panoply of salvation and grace, The hypocritical ritualistic trinal doctrine of Christian dogma That's delivered me to the precipice of this eternal abyss,
From which I'll leap, right this intoxicated minute, second, eon, Into the all-loving, compassionate embrace of my Lord, Satan, Divorced, finally, from my Father and my Holy Ghost.
01/28/10 - (2)
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