born again

henry 7. reneau, jr.

religion kills, one soul at a time
-hanksta’ 7-

concrete virtue masked in flesh and blood
repents in the house of divine madness
a gothic hierarchy of mechanical voices
devoid of humanness
where sinners chant ritualized ultimatum
amidst gestures of contrition and acceptance
racked on puritan benches per marquis de sade

here, the darkness of ignorance shelters the lost
dooming limited lives to bow and scrape covenant
the wafer and wine of ancient sin tax
regurgitated humble in some millennium ahead
where suns hemorrhage and moons weep tears
here, the doomed passion of trinity floats
on erratic winks beneath the brow of Yahweh
that fade to the black of dispensation dreams