The Easter Bunny (Named Barabbas*) *I Told Yall I Was Gonna Murda Dis Dude!!!

------------------/The Easter Bunny (Barabbas)

 

You are a meretricious seducer of the people, (like a brazen murderer
brandishing a newly minted blade with a flamboyant gait)  
beard encrusted with layers, of past and present, slobbering
shrugging shoulders facing the impressionable masses - fiendishly grinning,
they singularly focused on the death of virtue, looking askance at it
as if condemnation were a frown
deafening screams mute their own conscience washing before them, hand wringing
over bowls of regret,
Pontius Pilate seeking pardon from inane imbecilic ignorance his own robe a hasty towel
satisfied only capriciously on fads of hedonistic frenzy
and misperceptions of salvation
and everlasting joy….hanging His head in innocent silence flanked by calloused Roman guard.  
The people cheer this on as you lay eggs as ruse; analogizing squalid rotten nails to snacks
we crack shells of joyous homage, pour salt on egg yolks,
candied eggs with caramel cream fillings rather than shed painful propitiatory tears
sentinels of hell show fanged teeth and howl at the moon prior to merciless lashes
thirty nine times with whips embellished with barbs of glass and rock
issuing wounds with scars that will never heal
never
ever
heal (not even in heaven, city with gold roads)
as you hop away twitching your fluffy tail; a fascinating ensnaring:
generational psychologies with skewed stances toward suffering.
Baskets of chocolate placate the masses
whilst you lead your blind adherents on paths descending down from Calvary
away from Golgotha the place of the skull, towards the Peep Store
revelry of the damned who don’t know they need a savior; Yet this plotting
planning and position are part and parcel to maleficent magnificent machinations -
murdering again on the grandest of scales, the grandest of stages
only now with tools of sublimity and bloodless sweeping sacrilege, suggestions
of alternatives to the saving of souls….
There is magic in your undulating whiskers
sophistry in your enlarged black eyes
you are Barabbas the con artist, who should have been crucified long ago
now you should die…
bleed

 -------------Matthew 27:15-24

Now at that feast the governor was wont to release unto the people a prisoner, whom they would. And they had then a notable prisoner, called Barabbas. Therefore when they were gathered together, Pilate said unto them, Whom will ye that I release unto you? Barabbas, or Jesus which is called Christ? For he knew that for envy they had delivered him. When he was set down on the judgment seat, his wife sent unto him, saying, Have thou nothing to do with that just man: for I have suffered many things this day in a dream because of him. But the chief priests and elders persuaded the multitude that they should ask Barabbas, and destroy Jesus. The governor answered and said unto them, Whether of the twain will ye that I release unto you? They said, Barabbas. Pilate saith unto them, What shall I do then with Jesus which is called Christ? They all say unto him, Let him be crucified. And the governor said, Why, what evil hath he done? But they cried out the more, saying, Let him be crucified. When Pilate saw that he could prevail nothing, but that rather a tumult was made, he took water, and washed his hands before the multitude, saying, I am innocent of the blood of this just person: see ye to it.