REPENT

 REPENT

Repent. Repent and save your wretched soul  

or die a million days

They said 

after we've chopped off your head

 

I said

I said

In the moon of the falling leaves

at the valley of yellow stone
Geronimo and Nez Pierce and Sitting Bull 
signed n the spirit of love
with those that said they were brothers  ,
who swore they would be fair
But in the small print

all's fair in love and war
and the skull of Apache's son and his sisters breast became ash trays for the gun generation of
the crusaders 

I SAID 
West Africa
butchered, dismembered and raped
so conditioned that some didn't want to escape
For the good book said theirs was to turn the other cheek  and show respect 
while the Christ Jesus is en route to save them
but he still ain't turned up yet
and their arms are aloft to the ceiling of a church
 they’re singing themselves delirious to anaesthetise the hurt
and for all that they gain we're still running at a loss
So what happened to the saviour
that geezer
your boss

 

Well the finest faith is unquestioning 
even when we're clearly losing

We are made in his image but we're still only human

and if he watch-eth over us then maybe he's snoozing

and their fate is impaled on a festival of wailing because God is love and happiness is an illusion 

There's no dude in the clouds

No absolution 

AND I SAID THAT

 Judaism didn't rescue man from paganism 

in two centuries of crusades 

and six of inquisition  

where men of sword and sandals
deputised with a patchwork crucifix went to slaughter and war against Muslims and Jews because. 

the god of peace 

is a jealous god 
though no one knows what he's jealous of

But they strode with murder on their fingertips and vigor in their hearts

and they only broke from pillaging to face down counterparts of

men who reflected them like clustering germs 

and the ground would tremble in trepidation under the bass line of hooves and the battle cries were pitched in the key of the mutest adrenaline 

so that God and the devil could hear they were coming 

To the siren of hellfire 

they indulged absolute exchange 

and the babies of fallen angels came a-leaping from the pits to the deafening decibels 

 

 They drew butchers metal hacking from above, iron and stone into tissue and bone

for today they would kill each other all day long 

they gave no quarter and honoured none

as though each hand held the singing hammer of St Joseph

men beat men in a percussion of frenzy

swinging ad infinitum their bloody batons 

and heavens played an overture of fantasia and they that were called soldiers danced till they died in the field of no return

 

until the landscape reeked of the sensuality of carnage in its appeal

and I have don't believe his most ubiquitous 

is aloud in the arenas 
where men kill men in the crescendo that ends in

the long sudden

silence of time that carried on for its own eternity before 

hell knew it was fermented and rose to slurp the moisture of froth

 

For they were no longer they but that that lay on bloody ragged mattresses 

under a pale breeze waiting ; 

Arrows parading their glory forged in broken groins, limbs cast 

torsos torn 

 

in the extravagance of the classically perished. After gods blessing the rodents will buffet for a day 

as a million memories commute to the sky

History will turn the scattered wasteland into a Rues de fleurs

Cemeteries watch the days go by

Buried are the men but never the guns
for the spirit of god isn't done 

 

Then in 1945

50 million lives

answered the call of evil's ripples

and ravaged bodies levelled pot holes of earth with moss

and you have to except that fate has taken innocent peoples’ lives but you still wonder why he didn't have the decency to close all of their eyes

or did they in the glare of that thousand yard stare 
witness the widowed wives of wasted lives 

waiting with a mother’s arms

to release them from life to nirvana 
hovering in the corridors to the ether

Not the end but a new beginning

 

Ironic that seeing the light will make you abandon religion

The nazis did the devils work

but who on earth did gods in Dresden 

in wallflowers; courage

Valour matched ignorance matched arrogance
and claimed the lost judgement

The vanquished were lavished with the ravaging of women

salvation and damnation unaware of their reliance

The victor had marched with lifted hearts of chapel choirs

for theirs was the steed of messiah 

and it is taught but not written that

Ye shall be rewarded on earth for the work you have done. From the lord Jehovah 

 

So one

Tony Blair is a multi-millionaire

who said he was answerable ultimately to God 

Cause when politicians get splashed with blood, they wipe off all trace

They serve the king of Saudi Arabia before the king of kings  

And they brought the towers down

but not the almighty  

And now we have people strapped in explosives without negotiation but only one motive

since God will have all the heart, or none as told by their scribes and Pharisees

They shout 'God is great' as opposed to I am working for a cunt

or god has turned his ethereal back right now

but don't be scared because this part is taken care of in the Lords prayer compartmentalised as an assignment in the evocation of the Virgin Mary

and he is waiting so I will meet him at the pearly gates of a fuhrer’s hell

There's a hareem as well

 

Cause he can provide that

and a land of milk and honey

and sunlight

and make babies and colour grass and keep you safe and toss that with 19000 lives in a Japanese tsunami

and keep that going for 6000 years while somebody asks at the end of an apocalypse

 

Where 

was 

god