The new test-tube Jesus,
has been programmed in.
DNA cloned from an old corpse,
the ancient tomb defiled.

Growing and perfecting,
the new savior of our world.
We are as God is,
but in less amount of Days.

Genetic code spliced and watched,
the new glass fetus grows.
My, what a good little boy he will be,
as he heals the corporation's ills.

Miracles and majestics in one hand,
and a mega-business label in another.
Our Christ-in-a-Jar leads the massas,
to the next local superstore.

No temples will be torn down this day,
th feeding of the masses comes with a price.
Water into wine with a tax on the alcohol,
little withered ladies given age-defying cream.

The Pope, I'm sure, will throw his arms around him,
as we raise ours in praise.
Our God's psudeo-Son comes with a number,
blessing the people at the whim of a pointed finger.

04/24/2003

Posted on 04/24/2003
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