Judas as Black Moth
"all the blossoms have been paid for
petaled with blood
and back over there on molded walls
with spiteful flames
I cant hear the voice
I cant see the form
the wallpaper peeling
let the walls down
and the bone answers
e-t-e-r-n-i-t-y
to my question
when?
what time is it?
what place is this?
which conjunction is this?
all this waste
where the clocks tick away
all around
what hour is this in the middle of the night?
the cats cry in the street
a car sweeps by with the murdered child
a car sweeps by with a violated girl
the car sweeps by with its trunk full of death
do you believe in God?
do you believe in Christ?
what monsters weve become
this flight from ease will finally kill us all
when all we need is something
let us lie
and sleep
and dream
other dreams
brighter dreams
better dreams
please"
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