We are all God's children
We are all God's children
In my Neitzschean paradigm
I stand orphaned
Ashamed of my patricide
And deicide
I was formed in His likeness
My foetal cells clay in His hands
Forming in the womb
He unspiralled my DNA
And put emeralds in my eyes
A surprise for my brown-eyed parents
We are all God's children?
Not I
Born naked, under moonlit sky
He put the myriad beauty
Of stars in my eyes
And all the fires of Hell in my chest
Abandoned me
Like no father should
Now I'm still naked
Under cloudy sky
Black on white
Death on life
I cannot seem to stop bleeding
Standing, arms outstretched
Stigmata, mirroring the wounds of Christ
Stigmatised
For my wounds are self-imposed
And I crucify myself
We are all God's children
Explaining, perhaps,
This sick incestuous
Honey-sticky feeling
I take my lover's hand
Flesh-chained
Joined as lovers
Together under God
As sister and brother
We are all God's children
I deny this vehemently
Feeling instead a child of Mother Earth
I feel easier, drawn to the mundane
Ivy twisting and climbing my spine.
Rather this, than one step
Removed from divinity
We are all God's children
From sinner to saint
Dearest wife
To darkest whore
With my earthy kisses
And fertile skin
I think I take after my mother
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