Shout and receive me!
You are the betrayer, I the failed savior,
and my martyred grasp gives solace
solely to myself before the final fall of death
where mutilation early arrives
screaming from the skies,
marking this holy eve in time forever.
Invite all through doors of desire!
Impossible implications deny your soul elevation:
Plato, paying court to mortal kingly beings
with feasts of wine and olives and gold,
truly you are the royal fool as you play
the harp of temporal possessions,
praying for material gain.
Your abuse of sacraments abhors
any hope for even an empty redemption,
No angel nor sage can save slacking minds,
unwilling to lift a finger for reconnection
and odious to all allies!
Your rage is unwarranted, your face assaulted
by the heaving hand of Bacchus himself, in desire
so angered that my mind accepts such punishment
also undeserving of the fatal lash he gives gracefully,
until Cupid cradles another in his pale eyes
laughing and thrashing his arms, bow-in-hand
slashing from afar an unsuspecting seeker,
Searching for what? In hell, you see,
your heated feet flee from his furious strike
quivering, trembling, quaking, too afraid
to allow another to reach out and take you in.
Misery comes to Maenads and despair to Dionysus…
Grip your arms around the Maypole,
dance the ribbons and throw away all sanity!
When does the dark one die?
Only once he takes you too.
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