He was an incorruptible Christ-like figure,
Shadow so large, and lies getting bigger,
Man left me one step from the trigger,
God left me lying in the gutter.
Systematic entropy takes me,
I feel the lungs in me can't breath,
From this day and forever onward,
We are slaves to a Christ-like figure.
Piles of shit,
bury me,
Heaps of ashes,
Remember the trees,
Christ was,
Just like me,
Christ was,
Hung from a tree,
Christ's fame grows even bigger,
Now I'm an incorruptible Christ-like figure.
Stalin was a killer,
Lenin was a revolution,
Lennon was a singer,
And they are all incorruptible Christ-like figures.
Judas bought his hell,
To the place where Satan fell,
I am now the gravedigger,
I lay to rest this Christ-like figure.
Mountains of sulfur,
Bury me,
Fumes of carbon monoxide,
Poison me,
Christ was,
Just like me,
Christ was,
Hung from a tree,
Christ's fame grows even bigger,
We are all incorruptible Christ-like figures.
I will be buried,
I wait for the gravedigger,
I'll always be,
A Christ-like figure.
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This Lost Heathen
PoetryA poem in the form of a concept album based around an atheist named Christian In a devoutly religious town.
