swilow
Bluelight Crew
DO WHAT THY WILL SHALL BE THE WHOLE OV THE LAW
93.
I, the sun ov man
Wore a crown ov nails and nailed with thorns
Light hath pierced me
Darkness surrounded me
earth trembled at its passing
No more I, only thee FOR
I never was He
No Father, don't forgive them
They knew ov what they did
When they laughed in the skulls palace
And played dice at my bleeding feet
Unless you forced the hand-
and then I forgot Your name
Manifested light means nothing
If it blinds no-one who can see
Years wore away
Like river banks, re-routed paths
Changed from Chaos
From gnostic written parchment
Dust to dust....
No resurection was foretold
Fortelling takes the price ov freedom
and not a soul would wish to pay
Such hefty gold from hearts of stone
The tomb was never truly home
to any god or sun ov man
The linen ov the weeping woman
Never shrouded the bitter truth
No human can bear the cost ov all
And the physical shape ov light did bleed
Water? Wine? Or platelets, clotting
Mother watched the oldest play
What right to claim the souls oV all?
What power wouldst you think you hold
if choice is riven from the start
***
Love is law under will
Do what thy will- on wiccan rede
Be 93 and ride the current
Do what thy will is the whole oV Law.
I, the sun ov man
Wore a crown ov nails and nailed with thorns
Light hath pierced me
Darkness surrounded me
earth trembled at its passing
No more I, only thee FOR
I never was He
No Father, don't forgive them
They knew ov what they did
When they laughed in the skulls palace
And played dice at my bleeding feet
Unless you forced the hand-
and then I forgot Your name
Manifested light means nothing
If it blinds no-one who can see
Years wore away
Like river banks, re-routed paths
Changed from Chaos
From gnostic written parchment
Dust to dust....
No resurection was foretold
Fortelling takes the price ov freedom
and not a soul would wish to pay
Such hefty gold from hearts of stone
The tomb was never truly home
to any god or sun ov man
The linen ov the weeping woman
Never shrouded the bitter truth
No human can bear the cost ov all
And the physical shape ov light did bleed
Water? Wine? Or platelets, clotting
Mother watched the oldest play
What right to claim the souls oV all?
What power wouldst you think you hold
if choice is riven from the start
***
Love is law under will
Do what thy will- on wiccan rede
Be 93 and ride the current
Do what thy will is the whole oV Law.
Next poem: dedicated to sawing :D