Branded (Slam)

I decided that Jesus needs a middle name,
And I decided that that name is Alberto.
Jesus Alberto Christ.
I’ll call him JAC for short.
Because jack and jill went up the hill,
But I’d rather be fed cookie-cutter chastity channels
Than the truth of what a horrible hike it was.

For us,
A red cross of the battle of lust,
The shrill thrill of a murderous hill,
And the waste of the space
In a tomb.
Left branded, not abandoned.

Mediocrity cries herself to sleep,
But, oh not at night, no, in the middle of math class-
Where no one sees a difference.
Where every boy has a girl,
And every girl has a problem.

Where dry eyes lead to severed ties
Lead to more lies, and all in a timely time.
I guess that’s high school for you,
Where assassins rule the world.

Our anonymous faces lead to puppet places,
But that’s exactly where Shakespeare wanted u and i.
Occam’s Razor would “prove” otherwise,
But I don’t believe in the laws of the universe.
They’re too complex.

Let’s pray;
Grasp my hand.
Yes, the sword is there for a reason,
It’s more powerful than a pen.
Ask His anonymous shed water,
Stagnant beneath my lust.

Without a face to the human race,
Christ was branded.


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