The Doomed
Behold a new Christ
Behold the same old horde
Gather at the (altar)ing [ALTERING]
New beginning, new word
And the word was death
And the word was without light
The new beatitude:
“Good luck, you’re on your own”
Blessed are the fornicates
May we bend down to be their whores
Blessed are the rich
May we labour, deliver them more
Blessed are the envious
Bless the slothful, the wrathful, the vain
Blessed are the gluttonous
May they feast us to famine and war
What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?
What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?
All doomed
All doomed
Behold a new Christ
Behold the same old horde
Gather at the (altar)ing [ALTERING]
New beginning, new word
And the word was death
And the word was without light
The new beatitude:
“Good luck…”
What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?
What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?
What of the righteous?
What of the charitable?
What of the truthful, the dutiful, the decent?
Doomed are the poor
Doomed are the peaceful
Doomed are the meek
Doomed are the merciful
For the word is now death
And the word is now without light
The new beatitude:
“f**k the doomed, you’re on your own”
