Christ Roulette

Christ Roulette

Jun 05, 2022

The hands of Christ are glowing bluer than ever

Their burning slow glimmer grows on the weak and weak founded

The glare that bounces from his unkind word strikes in thirds and strikes forceful

Now Christ turns his hands on to himself

Darkness

Division

Dwelling and dread

Christ is beginning to turn his hands on to the earth

The compound of earth's ether and soul

Will be scattered sparcely as stars

The heavy hollow shame in each brightness

Is cess

Is cess

Is rolling incest

Whilst Christ turns his heat on all that he meets

He cradles a newborn like thorn

So delicate he strips the pricks

So preciously he picks the rose petals

It is now Christ's turn and many among us may perish

Though dying we see the star of his son

The heat and sleet are no match for love

And Christ now takes his turn

Burn

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