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Corpus Christi

by Jersey D Gibson

Sheets have covered, faded to black,
I'm suffering the next coming attack.
Bells are ringing, I must be dead,
Sunday's come, the procession's led.

Feast upon my body, drink my blood,
cannibals and vampires you have become.
Pray and worship unto my holy image,
while you desicrate my true visage.

I Am Your Host
Corpus Christi
Pray Unto Me
Corpus Christi
Dont Dare Step Away
Corpus Christi
Bow Down Your Head
Corpus Christi

The masses come, in Sunday attire
with me to lead them from brimstone and fire.
Don't dare follow my path, don't you understand?
Father forgive them, and their unrightous plan.

Nails in my hand, I can't take them out,
do you really know what I'm all about?
Forever your Savior for all eternity,
over a simple bout of mistaken identity.

Lead The Flock, Shepard
Corpus Christi
Please Just Go Away
Corpus Christi
I'm Not Your Messiah
Corpus Christi
Just Stay Away From Me


Corpus Christi

10/17/2002

Posted on 10/24/2002
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Indigo Tempesta on 07/02/03 at 02:45 AM

very human. i really like this one. plus, you're back, which i didn't realize. great! :)

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