"Blasphemy of the Evangelist"

    Please rise for the procession
    Waiting for you is an army of donned robes
    The poets and prophets of old
    A cult following for the masses
    A long off dream of a shore and some numbers
    Eight, six, seven, unorthodox recession
    We’re self taught, school’s in session
    So come forward and let me tell you
    What I saw in the dream of the lamb and the gate

    Please stand for the gospel
   
    An invisible son, a transparent father, a stained spirit
    Like poison being sucked from a bite
    A gathering of lambs with a congregation of man
    Does it stop your breath? Make it stop.
    The organ’s low, soulful scream
    Through a red velvet dust

    And now the sermon

    These are the roses foretold before
    A series of keys with a handful of mirrors
    Let’s go back and review the question
    A baptism fount full of history
    A gold grape dipped into the existent messiah’s mouth
    A beautiful riddle without a reason
   
    Let’s not forget about the education
    Tell them what’s right but teach them what’s wrong
    We are turning you over to our appointed god
    May he have his way with you
    With or without mercy
   
    Please join us in a hymn
    Sex crazed cattle fly to the sheep
    With a slaughter of millions on their conscience
    Maybe a smile or laugh in their viewing glass
   
    Step forward for communion
   
    Don’t cry child, your mother will be back
    At the end of the service
    Let’s review the tragedies of the past
    I like to tell other people’s stories
    Project it on the wall to hide
    So many eyes fixated on me
    The congregation is rising without an order
    A song breaks out
    A soulful worship at last
   
    We sing words when we don’t know what to say
    There is no limit to inspiration, just the lines on the page
   
    We continue with the offering
   
    The choir will entertain you while we bleed your life dry
    Please focus on the star above them
    Do not look down at the collection plate
    Just concentrate on the flawed harmonies
    Is the beast here? Yes.
    A veiled acolyte carrying a cross of comfort.
   
    Rising, rising.
   
    Fertilization, we now separate you
    Please choose a coffin shaped pew
    Do not worry; you’ll see your god soon
   
    Please take note of the stained glass mirror
    Now please, repeat after me
   
    I believe in God the father almighty
    I accept your Christ as mine
    May the spirit come upon me
    Here we were born, here we will die
    Leave no part of me untouched
    Kneel to receive the blessing
    Come forward with only your name at the end of the service
   
    The pastor hurries home