Ready for anything
Celebrate everything
It's the season
Spring
Jesus came of age in autumn
Though he was never born
Just formed, like a scab around a wound
That never heals
It was raining hard in the orange grove
Butt-fucking my sister in the old tin shed
Loud as hell
A road ran nearby
Along a narrow stream
Bordered by scrub
Where the bodies are
They lived there in exile for a very long time
One day it was time to come out
Because of a betrayal
Everything turned against them
Beasts, birds, trees, the air itself
They prayed to not be born again
But it was too late, it was already happening
Jesus, in his sunset years
Sitting by a pool
In a shady glade
Trying to recall something just over the border
Not a reason why
No reason at all
They just do because they have to
Even it if feels bad it feels good
"Jesus Christ, what's taking them so long?"
It's because of all their wives
It's because of all their brothers
It's because they've never died
They went to war and never came back
They're still there fighting it out
Thirsty for blood and rapine
But the little woman stays home
Buried in the garden weeping
Growing fruits and vegetables
For the winter
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