Me...and...erring through metaphorical thickets,
cruising along this doom spiral towards elegant, exalted, salvation;
this doom spiral towards queer queries:
where do we go? what's to be done?
Me...and...erring through compassionate subterfuge,
pity these inflated sentiments,
stare down Schopenhauer long enough
and existence shall collapse your skull.
Me...and...erring into emaciated arms,
redemption enters a cave,
hears a distant sonorous voice exalt,
"Here lies our Saviour,
beaten, humiliated,
purple and blue,
human through and through."
Me...and...erring through mnemonic forests,
in search of lost time,
a persistent nostalgia...
and longing for eternal validation.
Me...and...erring into the abyss, I find Him
cold and dead,
human through and through.
He speaks:
"Life most sacred is in the dirt, the air;
our shared obsolescent glances,
and blemished beauty."
"Life cannot be without blood, sinew, and flesh.
Taste my tears, are they not salty?
Feel my wounds, do they not sting you as well?
Witness my pain and know the absurdity of their ways."
"Admirers plotted my ruination,
institutionalized my desecration."
"May they burn for usurping the throne;
their presumption, their falsified faith
sow the seeds of their doom."
Me...and...erring through tomes upon tomes of desecration,
I see crimson tears stream down his cheek.
"They have forgotten you..."
"...the moment I passed."
Despondent words accompanied his melancholy,
"I'm their avatar, their clown
- my death justifies their crimes,
those morbid profiters, those disingenuous crooks,
those pious egoists."
Me...and...erring through fire and brimstone,
I see Him puttering into the distance.
"Terror strikes the heart that cannot bear to be in the presence of beauty...
But fear not, he is mere image, another avatar, a projection against a wall..."
An apparition, an illusion, spectral like an oasis -
he haunted, he soothed, and he tormented;
and then He was gone.
Me...and...erring out of the depths,
anguished cries called out to the Saviour,
hoping for redemption....
silence...deafening silence....echoed from dark eternity to His tomb,
it read:
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