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Faith begins in Belief

I gave The Gift to a bum on a lark
sleeping naked in a park
When she woke and found that Prize
Tears of joy fell from her eyes
She wrapped herself in bush and leaf
and ran full gallop like a thief
With no remorse and great relief
she dove head first into the ocean reef

Hope needs Faith for it to exist

While drinking in my favorite bar
I gave The Drink to an aging star
She spit it out on the floor
Slapped my face and asked for more
Grabbed my crotch and bit my lip
Took my whiskey had a sip
threw up on the fire chief
and wrapped herself in Mexicana beef

Charity needs Faith and Hope for it to flourish

I saw the Book in the library nook
As I looked around I pissed shat and shook
For their IT sat playing a metaphorical flute
all dressed up in a gorilla suit
I threw voodoo pins and humanity’s sins on the floor
and with my ax chipped and chopped at the blood stained door
The cops arrived in the nick of time
sipping on drinks of lemon and lime

Faith, Hope and Charity is reserved for Sinners, Saints and Lunatics who howl at the Moon.





(unfinished psalms from the library of Alucia Delecourt)


ps. It's been a while but the apocalypse still rages on

Santo Nicola (formally known as bob)







------
nature weeps, the devil sings
at man’s greed and pride
and what it brings

just lots of useless
little things…

"He was the brightest of all the stars
of heaven, and even ripped and torn
in half, he still shone with a fire of a
billion suns. With a mighty roar
and a Big Bang, he imploded and
exploded out of the nothingness; and
the flow of Time began.”


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The following comments are for "An Apocalyptic Proclamation"
by TheRedCockroach

poetic Quackery from a Fool



To the Third Born


I disavow this attempt at religious symbolism and poetic absurdity from this third rate hack from this mundane realm. This is not Santo Nicolas' work but that of that bearded fool who from time to time I possess to write about the apocalyptic times. It seems that this idiot thinks that his mind is his own.......

The Black Monk
Santo Nicola

( Posted by: TheRedCockroach [Member] On: July 30, 2013 )

God Is A Conservationist
Think of the Apocalypse
as a recycling of Souls...

We are the recycle bins

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: August 4, 2013 )





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