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[aid] => mick
[title] => Bipolar christ
[time] => 2003-01-26 09:00:00
[hometext] => found written on blue paper
after i had eaten 23 purple pills (Wellbutrin SR) "eloi, eloi, lama sabachthani" is supposed to translate to "my god, my god, why have you forsaken me" which is, supposedly, what christ cried out shortly before expiring looking back at the "poem" it makes no sense, but it meant alot to me then. i was on alot of medication. [bodytext] => always one extreme or another indifference unexceptable in their crumbling Utopia return with me to sodom new eden vanquished by sin and by flame prophecy of the End upon his head return of failure abundant in their house of god resenting the christians for whom he died hatred for his father he can no longer hide temptations of the flesh he is unable to resist bereft of hope, he cries aloud "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" and slits wide his wrists but only tears flow from his wounds tears he "supposedly" shed for us mortification, the new act of repentance accepted by few Language of the Unformed escaping the tongues of those not chosen by He/She both and yet neither Using the Majik and the drinking of blood no longer a game but a ritual of survival sway to the beats of soundless drums the bones of his cattle beaten on his tomb the ancient ways of life return with the Reign of Terror and the Rain of Blood follow the Unformed and blessed ye shall be open my eyes return to sand memories and pleasures forgotten Disintegrate [comments] => 5 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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