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CIRCA 33AD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The body of Christ has been slain,
a sacrifice for all to see.
The Son of God was dead!
The resurrection myth kicks in.
Fact or fiction,
truth or lies.
Maybe this is how the ritual
of communion began.

Step, step, step the pagans crept up towards the tomb. Upon entering they looked up, they looked down, to the left and to the right and did one final full circle. Jesus lay dead, killed by Romans. And here they were alone with the Son of God. But whose god? Not their god, so they feasted on his body, carved up the sweet flesh. Oh it was good, my it was tender, and it filled their bellies. His blood refreshed their thirst and when they were full and refreshed, they took doggy bags of his carcass with them for their journey east.

Out into the desert they walked.

For three days they walked in the desert never seeing another soul. Water was becoming scare. The sun burnt down upon their flesh, etching into their skin, its anger; reminding them that they are nothing continuously it circled them. On the third night they camped, tired, weary and hungry. But there was nothing to eat the meat would be off, what would become of them, into dreams they fell.
Visions filled their heads of better times,
when,
meat was plentiful,
the water was cool
and
soft rain fell upon them killing the suns fury.

For three hours these dreams filled their minds, the three of them tossed and turned, turned and tossed. Temptation, teased, titillated and tormented, them. The sand upon which they laid, stirred, sending, suffocating slithers into the sky, which sunk around them covering them in shrouds. Still they slept. Silent in their soliloquy.

No relief for our travellers, morning mimicked the madness of the night. Minds were filled with aches that centred on the diploe and inched its way further down the cerebellum leaching under the skull finding it's way into the capillaries. Demented, dirges, decried, these diplocardiac deserters. Hunger, lurched inside them and soured their mouth with regret. No food they cried, no food. Then one of the pagans realised that there may be food, if the flesh had was still good, hallelujah he shouted, the flesh had dried, wonders of wonders, "FLESH jerky" the others cried, at last they were saved.

Meanwhile back at Jerusa-slum the faithful had made a ghastly discovery. They wailed, they wept, they whined, walleyed with grief they were. Who could do such a thing to Jesus? Must have been the Romans, as if it wasn't enough to march him through the streets, nail him to a cross, mock him and await his death. No they had to feast on his remains. Leaving nothing but his bones. Or maybe it was the pagans; they had heard stories of human consumption. The travesties of the turning of the tide weighed heavy on their hearts. Mourning throughout the morning, mourning through the night a never ceasing river of tears flowed.

Tiny footsteps tread…
The desert wind removes their memory……

Footsteps trod small amongst the dunes…………

Day spins on itself…….

Tiptoe slowly the footsteps etch……

Fading memories…. longing recall!!!!!!

To the east a star was seen, shining in refractory light:
(the light grew into a hope upon which the lies bred)
The boy child saviour was born: hail god almighty:
(the wisdom of the ages makes fools of us all)
In a manger in Bethlehem the angels fell: blind lead the blind: (where is faith if not in one self)

blackness fills the light of tomorrow…

Choppers swirl searching for evil, dancing in the blue.
Bodies beneath shiver in dust,
smoke shrouds the city.
Terror in the mind, murder in their eyes.
Fire in the hole!!!!!!
Landscape cut, the scar will follow.
Ghosts emerge still alive running down darkened streets hoping to find life.
Announcements flash, THIS IS REAL,
phrases are repeated, images replayed.
It's three AM; I can't believe what I see.
Snugly strangers sleep as planes fly 'cross the screen living out the scream.

Religion killed humanity,
bombs fall hunting out each other's lies.
Where's the heart of society.
HERESY!

Take this bread, eat it in remembrance that Jesus died for us, take drink this in remembrance that Jesus died for us. In the name of god, the father and the son forever and ever Amen.

Cannibals in the church, feeding on the masses,
feasting on the woe.
Reference for a martyr,
no admittance of the fool,
Cannibals in the church getting fat of me and u.

Click end to close session, pass go but do not collect $200. Close the door on the way out, rememb'r not to slam the door. Stand behind the line toes not touching the yellow line.

Cannibals in society, contorting our free will,
Church and state divided,
I think not,
they whistle marching off to war,
the religious propaganda stings.