[ Bastard ]

Heart of Babel

Born out of wedlock

Just another bastard

Just like Jesus Christ

And I'm feeling all enraptured

Got tired of the pastors

Preaching out disaster

Twisting out the sermons

Of a mutilated master

 

I heard it from the pulpit

Jesus was a culprit

Flipping over tables

And just pouring out His fullness

Water into wine

Turned the party to the fullest

Offending everyone

As He'd call them on their bullshit

 

Living by a doctrine

Feeling all forgotten

Then Jesus drops a line

To make the claim that you are sovereign

Riling up the squadrons

Refused to play it caution

Never hesitating

‘Cause He knew He was the Option

 

Don't take it all for granted

Nails have pierced his hands, man

Evil running wild

While religion leaves you stranded

It's time to take a standing

Revolt against the branding

As these wounds callous over

I'll no longer be commanded

 

They treat you like an offering

Like you were just their livestock

Had to pay the bills

So they needed money, tick tock

Put you on the altar

Cause the greedy need their price shock

Weird to see a church

Turned from temple into dive shop

 

Left them with the mice drops

Leper coalition

Through the binding and the reigns

Still couldn't steer me to perdition

Granted, it was hell

But I knew it weren't my mission

So I got out of the furnace

And I'm living just forgiven

 

A pretty simple concept

No need to script a doctrine

Just living out my life

No more hauling around the coffin

I think about it often

Simply being sovereign

It's a pill that's hard to swallow

But it beats being forgotten

 

Take it with a grain of salt

Seasoning the Gospel

There was a man named Jesus

And he was treated awful

Turned the other cheek instead

Of raising a debacle

As he chose to walk in love

As the unprecedented model

 

© HeartOfBabel

  • Author: Garathe Den (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 15th, 2021 10:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: I was in a conversation and the topic of Christianity came up, and it got me thinking about how the person called the Christ, Jesus, is often quite different in depiction from the Bible compared to many of the institutional church sermons. People have a way of crafting religion out of virtually anything, no Christ or Allah needed, and even the tiniest of sentences can be manipulated to create a persuasive and controlling doctrine. But right now is Sunday, and so I wanted to take this person, Jesus, and write a poem that I feel is merited. Ignoring all those brimstone sermons, altar calls and pressures of penance, here is my Sunday sermon.
  • Category: Spiritual
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