* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to Escape The Fate, “Dragging Dead Bodies In Blue Bags Up Really Long Hills”
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… He it is, to whom I shall give a sop, when I have dipped it. And when he had dipped the sop, he gave it to Judas ….– John 13:26
+-----We Must Leave Our Judas’s In The Field Dangling
The human spirit has twelve
constituent parts, chosen
(daedal) disciples of the mind,
blessed support of the body,
that fallen world of skin in need
of redemption – its bequeathed
perpetual guilt from original sin
like permanent stigma on the soul,
a flesh wound that just bleeds
and bleeds and bleeds. The only
hope, then, for healing is
a special Salve miraculously born
(amongst donkeys, sheep and cows
of wild and untamed credulity):
an Idea that ramifies as Divinity,
willing to be crucified, even, for
the freedom of mankind,
Kind Omnipotence of Intention
incarnating and
walking through the Jerusalems of our
self-loathing inspiring thoughts that
generate new speech on the tongue,
the Gospel of life
that cures leprosies and palsies
of widespread anger and self-hatred,
acting with compassion and raising
hope in hearts like a beloved friend
rotting in a tomb for four days
suddenly running past the huge stone
of past failings,
and opening eyes to newfound
possibility through
perseverance and charity like one
who spits in the mud of worldly
skepticism and rubs them into
irises.
But within us all is the
anarchical, disloyal and selfish
nature of a traitor. Only through
prayer, that Last Supper of
the Will, candles of our conscience
flickering beneath the collective
breaths of a lifetime’s worth of
memory and conviction singing hymns,
drinking wine of sweet dreaming (our
smiles like a gentle wind caressing us),
and eating sop of righteous conviction
together as one body,
can the wicked one be identified.
It is the weaker, shadow side of
personality, in silence, that sneaks out
and betrays the
aforementioned desire for nobility
for a momentary gain of
thirty pieces of silver - pornography,
alcoholism, pride and condescension.
It is the self destructive aspect of our
psyche inherited from past Fallings
from Grace, our paradise of sanity
lost, our character now subdivided
into moods, that dares to dip his sop
of cynical carnality
simultaneously with our Sop
of Sobriety into the same dish of destiny
and thus challenge our eternal bliss.
If we are to be our very best (holy
and eternal) selves, raised
in newness of spirit with wounds
truly mended not merely wrapped
in bandages, this disciple
within us that hinders growth must die.
Habitual sin is unfit to be one of
the Twelve. Let him seek his noose
for his own choking, let him
exchange his hedonism for his
own burial plot. His salacious
and disobedient
entrails bursting forth from his body,
immorality being self abuse,
the crows of our purity will eat
what dangles, worms of joy
will consume, giddily,
what remains on the ground.
(Our prayers then, are always DIE DIE DIE!!!![to self] )
---Matthew 27:1-10
When the morning was come, all the chief priests and elders of the people took counsel against Jesus to put him to death: And when they had bound him, they led him away, and delivered him to Pontius Pilate the governor. Then Judas, which had betrayed him, when he saw that he was condemned, repented himself, and brought again the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, Saying, I have sinned in that I have betrayed the innocent blood. And they said, What is that to us? see thou to that. And he cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed, and went and hanged himself. And the chief priests took the silver pieces, and said, It is not lawful for to put them into the treasury, because it is the price of blood. And they took counsel, and bought with them the potter's field, to bury strangers in. Wherefore that field was called, The field of blood, unto this day. Then was fulfilled that which was spoken by Jeremy the prophet, saying, And they took the thirty pieces of silver, the price of him that was valued, whom they of the children of Israel did value;
And gave them for the potter's field, as the Lord appointed me.
----Dragging Dead Bodies In Blue Bags Up Really Long Hills lyrics
Non fiction don't believe me that chances I have to take
betrayal at its best is always second guessed
Now I am healing the pressure so give me a reason now
It's been so long and I've waited
I've been waiting for so long
don't fight
it's hard to breathe when you're buried alive
you take this place for granted
and you realize it's never enough
I've been waiting so long (so long)
this will never end
The reflection of false hope
we kept the secrets in the dark
and the values of our brothers inside
the shadows I can see, see me perfectly
their ratio is ten to 0
It's been so long and I've waited
I've been waiting for so long
don't fight
it's hard to breathe when you're buried alive
you take this place for granted
and you realize it's never enough
I've been waiting so long (so long)
this will never end
Oh, we're on top of the world, let's go (let's go)
we're on top of the world
Oh (oh), we're on top of the world, let's go (let's go)
we're on top of the world, let's go
It's been so long and I've waited
I've been waiting for so long
don't fight
it's hard to breathe when you're buried alive
you take this place for granted
and you realize it's never enough
I've been waiting so long
Your death is written on paper
my heart is fueled by hatred, fueled by hatred
dragging (dragging) dead bodies up really steep hills
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