The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Devil's Easter (or: Hell's Version of the Bible)

First off God let out a Shout
Let there be Light! His Light went out
Adam woke and slept alone
Eve was there in Adam’s Bone
No Real Woman—Understand:
God ripped Eve from Sleeping Man
Dreaming of the Perfect Place
In a Pretty Female Space
With a Snake upon a Tree
And an Apple meant to be
Medicine for Adam’s Wound
Eve ate, Adam ate, They swooned
Looked up Ashamed; They understood:
Evil is Evil—Good is Good
They were Naked and Afraid
Hiding in a Fig Leaf’s Shade
Cowering from MR. BIG
(Yay, Come Lord Jesus—Fry the Fig!)
Humbled Adam knew his Bride
Eve gave Birth to Fratricide
Cain offed Abel, Abel’s Blood
Cried to Heaven, soon the Flood
Drowned All but a Righteous Few
A Drunk, Three Sons, A Beastly Crew
Two were Pious, One, a Cad
Copped a Peek at Naked Dad
Soon Old Abram honed His Blade
A Wife of Abraham was Made
And through the Little Bleeding Slit
Born to Bear the Brunt of It
Ten Elder Sons of Israel
Sold Their Brother into Hell
Sold Themselves into His Pay
Joseph was Embalmed one day
A Nothing Shut Up in the Dark
Lifted Up and called the Ark
Hallelujah! HE WHO IS
Drained of All the Blood and Jizz
(He Who I AM THAT I AM
Shed The Blood of Abraham)
Moses gave the Ark a Law
Killing All Who felt no Awe
Joshuah was a Genocide
When the Ark was on His Side
But Solomon, in Wisdom’s Room
Built the Ark Itself a Tomb
A Veil between the Tomb and Life
Wisdom finds the Tomb a Wife
So the Virgin and the Whore
Dance before the King once more
Still the Temple hadn’t heard
Speaking of the Perfect Word
John, the Man of Good Repute
Is sired by a Doubting Mute
But when the Harlot heard His Chatter
John’s Head—Perfect—on Her Platter
Joseph was a Good Man, He
Can’t sire the Child Eternity
To take the Harlot’s Seventh Sin
How could He have ever been
A Good Man? He Who bore It’s Brunt
Issued from a Woman’s Cunt
That never felt a Good Man’s Touch
But the Father’s Prick was such
As She might LOVE; the Waters came
And washed away All Sense of Shame
And Jesus rose—She oiled Her Hands
Anointed Him, He now commands
Good AND Evil at His Sides
So the Devil’s House Divides
Against Itself and Satan falls
(A Rise for those with any Balls!)
Watch how Scripture comes to pass
God must get Himself Some Ass
Ride it in the Public View
Do a Shocking Thing or Two
LOVE rears up It’s Ugly Head
One Hundred and Fourty-Four Thousand Dead
And All are Rescued but the Few
Lord Jesus asks, “Are You Good too?
Would You save Your Soul and earn
Your Peace? Or would you gladly burn
With Passion on a Cross to spend
Your Spirit? Do You dare to rend
The Veil between the Tomb and Life?
Dare to pierce Your Father’s Wife?
Hate Your Parents for My Sake?
Wed the Dove unto the Snake?
Burn away the World of Lies?
Do You want Salvation’s Prize?
GO TO HELL! Don’t rise above
Three Maries are the Ones I LOVE
One a Mother, One a Curse
One a Harlot and a Nurse
And All are One—I AM a Whoreson
Bastard of My Father’s Foursome
Jesus Christ, I AM the King
Sin and Death, I LOVE Their Sting
Crushed as Seed and Baked as Bread
I AM RISEN FROM THE DEAD"

"Cain offed Abel, Abel’s Blood
Cried to Heaven, then the Flood
Blood and Water I make Wine
Come and have a Drink sometime!
Juice of Abram’s Shriveled Tissue
And My Mother’s Monthly Issue
And My Father’s Daily Seed
Jesus I AM Christ indeed
Now let’s fry a Little Fish
That means YOU get in the Dish
There’s a Meal to make us Full
Served up on a Human Skull
It’s a Good Meal if You think
You can drink the Cup I drink"

War on Earth and Mercy Wild
God and Satan Reconciled

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(from Mercy Burn, or The Mr. Bones Doggone Versations
a Mystery Play by John Omniadeo
Don't look for it in your local bookstore.)

Love to All,

- John O.

1 comment:

  1. My son took his baby to church yesterday. He who was brought up Jewish, he does it so his wife will not be separated from her faith/tradition like I was. Of course I encouraged him to embrace this way, so her view woud not be slammed shut. Yet I cringed to think that this innocent babe would hear of original sin, she who has such simple needs of love, milk and protection.

    Yet who am I to know her path, she could one day embrace the path, after all Grandmas can make a splash!

    Be well John!

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