Saviours Take Many Forms

I cannot imagine

I meant the Jesus

In the title of this piece

As it’s far more likely

To be a Jesús

Who’d make me go weak at the knees


Christ On A Bike

It
truly
is a
wonder

To see
such a
glorious
sight

My
heart
beats
like
thunder

As my
body
sings
with
delight

(Originally Posted 25.11.2019)

Human Intervention

I think he does this

From time to time

Sends me something

To ease my mind

Some small reminder

Of what once was

Knowing I find no comfort

In the words of God


From Beyond The Grave

There’s no
such thing
as a sign,
she said

Apart from
when you
need one,
he said

(Originally Posted 14.10.2019)

Sunday School

You know what they say

Doesn’t ring true

Yet upon it

You are told to rely

All those stories

Retelling past glories

But you’re not allowed to question why

What I’ve always wondered

Is who decided

Which one

Was the most hallowed

For I know

I needn’t look

To a fictional book

To guide me on moral code


False Gods

Will
it
always
be like
this

She
said

Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?

That all
depends
on the
book

He
said

In
which
you
choose
to believe

(Originally Posted 01.10.2020)

Judgement Day

To find out if

It’s eternal damnation

Is the worst kind

Of anticipation


Bad News

The
wait
is
almost
worse
than
the
call
itself

(Originally Posted 15.09.2020)

Our Father

I no longer go to confession

For who is He

To mete out my punishment?

As if in just one session

There could possibly be

Anything close to moral replenishment


Hail Mary

You’d think
now I
have more
time on
my hands

I’d be
thinking
about the
future and
making plans

Yet I
sit here
dwelling on
that one
transgression

Knowing
it’s too
late now
give my
confession

(Originally Posted 07.04.2020)

Virtueless

As I walk

Into the sea

Never quite who

I wanted to be

I know that faith,

Hope and charity

All just proved

Too much for me

#5 The Preacher

Soon our saviour will return

To wash my sins away

So until that time

My only crime

Will be to sit around and pray

Faithless

You say you’re ever loving

Yet your cruelty holds no bounds

If you care as much

As they tell me

Then why do you make me frown

An Irish Confirmation

When he spoke

The congregation gasped

For what they heard

Could not be grasped

As the Saint he uttered

When the priest had asked

Was Judas

Then in the carnage, basked

The Godless Ones

Some find it easier to deify

Rules bestowed from up high

And trust in his miraculous plan

But I feel it wiser

To be your own advisor

Than rely on the thoughts of a man

Vaya Con Dios

Is this why we were put here

She said

To worship his favourite son?

I’m fucked if I know

He said

So let’s just have some fun

False Gods

Will
it
always
be like
this

She
said

Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?

That
all
depends
on the
book

He
said

In
which
you
choose
to believe

Hail Mary

You’d think
now I
have more
time on
my hands

I’d be
thinking
about the
future and
making plans

Yet I
sit here
dwelling on
that one
transgression

Knowing
it’s too
late now
give my
confession

Absolution

Perhaps
this is
all I
deserve

And I
should
expect
more

For
penance
has to
be paid

To
those
my love
I swore

All Religion Is A Cult

I
see
you
standing
up there

Before
those
huge
stained
glasses

Conjuring
up
your
scripture

Designed
to
terrify
the
masses

You
may
well
fool
some
people

Maybe
the ill
or weak
of mind

But
I’ll
be free
of you
one day

Leaving
the
bullshit
you
preach
behind

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