Inebriation of the Virtuous

* St Therese of Lisieux, pray for me

* Dedicated to Lil Wayne No Worries

If a person dies, will they live again? Job 14:14

Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into my side: and be not faithless, but believing – John 20:27

-----------/Inebriation of the Virtuous; Jesus Words' To His Disciples Huddled in a Room in Fear 

Let us drink wine to ghosts

of the past, whips, soldiers’ spittle of scorn and Jewish

and Roman enmity that put rust distressed nails in my hands,

whilst you inform Joseph my tomb may be used for other men

bleeding and who in exasperating last breaths can only clutch resentment  

on this night candles quivering tensely, my disciples coddled by sorrow,

in a suffocating room. I can no longer hear throngs sneering

or thieves…flanking me on crosses mocking, heaven’s throne

and my Father’s joyous smile supervening

as Im reminded and only dwell on finer things: love, joy, peace,

forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,

gentleness and self-control.  

Against these thoughts stands no law and against my nemeses

I sit above victorious, prismatic and bathed in aureola-

a beacon of hope shining in dark enclosed spaces

of fear, the sweating and discomfort of fates

decided by cynical and superfluous Pharisees of malice prowling,

to give testimony: youre best days are ahead of you

the past bloodied, battered and buried with a man on a cross

disgraced for sure, as you now are but

latterly raised – now standing before you with Good News

while the misguided continue sleuthing for hidden bodies,

empty graves, (lives filled with regret)      

Touch them, these scars are relics of the past,  

of habitual sin, of coarse continuous condemnation, of hate

thrust your hands into my side and take hold, spiritual flesh,

of a new body  

a belief in a new age where good men live forever

and that despite the odds, to those who have faith,

adversity is futility, crucifixion a phantom exiled

to defeatism…

good fodder for drinking stories of those who conquer

(who are resurrected to new life, enjoying grapes of the vine)

-----------1 Corinthians 15:12-19

Now if Christ is preached, that he has been raised from the dead, how do some among you say that there is no resurrection of the dead? But if there is no resurrection of the dead, not even Christ has been raised; and if Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is vain, your faith also is vain. Moreover we are even found to be false witnesses of God, because we witnessed against God that he raised Christ, whom he did not raise, if in fact the dead are not raised. For if the dead are not raised, not even Christ has been raised; and if Christ has not been raised, your faith is worthless; you are still in your sins. Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ have perished. If we have hoped in Christ in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied

2 Corinthians 5:17

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new

Deuteronomy 21:22-23

“And if a man has committed a crime punishable by death and he is put to death, and you hang him on a tree, his body shall not remain all night on the tree, but you shall bury him the same day, for a hanged man is cursed by God. You shall not defile your land that the Lord your God is giving you for an inheritance

------------No Worries Lyrics

You can look me in my face (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]

See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]

You see money right there, yeah that’s Tunechi right there (turn up)

Yeah that’s Mack Maine right there, and we ain’t got no worries

You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there

See them sh-roomies right there we ain’t got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Tunechi in this bitch, e’rybody should be worried

Them pussy niggas be purring, b* be digging me I feel buried

And if she make this d* hard, she woke up a sleeping giant

Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private

Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers

Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us

And that Jeep with the doors off that means that b* sleek

All these b* think they’re the sh*, I sent them up sh* creek

You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas

It’s ok if you turn up just don’t turn off my light years

All I know is I do it what I’m smoking I grew it

These are Blood gang Piru, all rats gotta die even Stewart

On my private jet is my stewardess is your b* nigga, b* Nigga

I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers

You don’t get dissed, you get disfigured

She said sorry I didn’t shave so that p* is a little furry

I put that p* in my face I ain’t got no worries

Tunechi

[Hook: Detail]

[Verse 2: Lil Wanye]

We ain’t got no worries

She bad as a hooker, so she ain’t got no worries

She want me to eat her sugar I say why you in a hurry

She say why you asking questions I say b* you trynna be funny

Now take your f* clothes off, let me see that donkey kong

I swing you’re a* back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bars

That camel t* that camel t*, no worries no panty-hose

These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show

I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho

You know I f* them both, sore p* and sore throat

Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m out here, no worries no worries

I would talk about my d*, but man that shit would be a long story

[Hook: Detail]