don't
feed me your greed
don't
need me to be inside
here is where you deceive me
here is not the promised land
where is my place to be free
at what point can I claim
this to be my authentic journey
my spilled blood and my dance
have always been misunderstood
tell me how can they preach and cook
the same unchanging corrupted
and mutilated message
how do they get away with such nonsense
I am looking
at a winged celestial being
I am feeling a vision of torture
I am being led
to be fed to the dead
preacher man
he cuts open my soul
he wants to taste my selfish bread
wants to baptize my unseeing eyes
wants to see me in a bottomless pit
preacher man wants my blood on his hands
wants me to be his second coming
coming man
my seed has within it
the sacred tree of life
flesh cutting deep
into the never world
soul sees beyond
this twisted world
as I end it all with the golden knife
(c) 2008/14 Lenny Gazbowski
An eye catching title! 'I am being led to be fed to the dead' - very intriguing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'my seed has within it the sacred tree of life' - nice two lines!