Jesus Christ was killed again
Before the bible was ever written
When Rome adopted the faith of slaves
And made it a tool of oppression
Religious freedom died as well
Before they made the Liberty Bell
When Capital became supreme
Our spirits bound to earth and hell
Salvation may as well exist
In dollar bills and banquets
Where we pretend we still hear God
As we suck its bloody wrists
Apacalypses come and go
We haven't gone to heaven though
Maybe if we just keep pushing
We'll finally break the world enough
Or rather than pursue our death
We might stumble on some path
That reawakens something deep
Enough to bury our troubled past
If there's any light to see
Outside our Christianity
The source is unbenownst
But somehow tangible to me
Jesus Christ can rest in peace
All God's children take a piece
To share without the threat of force
Or Hell when we're deceased.
Poems and Short Stories 