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July 29 Paper Jesus......On the wall, off the altar, and inbetween your breasts,
He hangs a man, dead or about to be, for your sins.
In the palace , inside the mansion, his image for salvation,
He pulls his picture, saves you from damnation.
In this geometry, his dimesions, I see the Paper Jesus,
His story so mind made in nature, the world knows,
My foes, so earth made in pain, on your face it shows,
Mine is yours, yours is yours too, its always in the news.
Your peace i dont need, and the needed didnt get it either,
Your salvation I cant digest, your heaven i dont want to enter,
Our machines never saved your sons, nor a single daughter,
Our imaginations gave you names, and Im not the only loner.
Why is it that your Paper Jesus, time and again only mourns,
Is it a readymade answer, for your world that always and only bleeds,
My world was not made by you, gagged emotions, onesided reflexes,
Your books and mine have no connections, Im a human, dying on a daily basis.
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