Outrage

by oosh@gmx.net

10 May 2001


Let us lie beside the bonfire
In Gehenna's pleasant vale,
'Mid the shrieking of the damned
And the preacher's fervid wail

It is warm beside the bonfire
And in the wrath divine
I lie amid corruption
Come and kiss me, honey mine.

While Satan in his wisdom
Turns the wicked into glue,
Let me spend eternity
Making love to you.

While the preacher flecks the faces
Of the sinners with his bile,
I sup our sweet communion
From your enchanting smile.

While "God is Love!" the preacher storms
To unrepentant ears,
I suckle you to ecstasy
And kiss away your tears.

While goblins flay with jagged claws
The flesh of sinners' hides,
My fingers count your vertebrae -
And plenty else besides.

If this is wicked, Ah! Woman!
Not "Amen" will I cry,
Though your kiss be sinful bliss
I'll never Truth deny:

Though preacher's curse may cast us out
From Heaven's narrow door,
I in your love true Heaven find,
In Love all Truth adore;

Though wicked be in nakedness
The sacred Truth in you to see
The Artist who created you
In you I thank eternally.
