Unholy Feminine Savior
Pale, white lightening shatters traceable trails and patterns - these are instantaneous flashes of pathways of pain, wrapped rather hideously in a pleasurable package. We split our backs and bruised our knees and clasped our chapped palms
And kissed the dirt mount ground.
Lift your weary head, Son, and smile that muddy smile.
You've been blessed now by our homemade god from scratch. The divine murderer,
The heavenly rapist, the sacred thief - and just then the ground rumbled
And there split a fault line; ten million lost souls sang like wounded cicadas!
"HE IS COMING AGAIN! " They shouted in disharmony.
"Who is this Spiritual beast? And what shall I call His Highness when I see Him face to face? "
A sweet voice from within whispered clearly as if in a lullaby,
"I am Euphoria. You know me well."
Josh Terpening
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unholy-feminine-saviour/
