I'm not what you'd call a smart man. I'm not
God-fearing, I was raised to believe my Jesus
loved me. That's why he died and rose again.
All this mess has nothing to do with this. Hell
came to live in our town, but it's not the Lord,
it's not Jesus, it isn't even 4 horsemen. Forget
what the preachers say, for they are men. Men
can become so afraid they forget how to stand
up to whatever hand has been dealt them. That
is what my Jesus taught me. He and I may differ
on the holiness of my AA-12 Automatic shot gun
but I know it is His hand that guides me. Alive,
I've kept His Word alive in the hearts of people
I've saved from these revenant Hell-walkers;
against their hordes the best weapon is hope.
I did what I did because I believed the words
of proud and arrogant men. They assured me
they had found a cure in their medical research.
They claimed they could turn them back. "Think
of the people we could save!" And so I worked
for them, organizing volunteers to help in this
mass production of their wonder-cure serum.
"Dangerous work with dangerous chemicals, so
we lose many..." That's what they told me, but
I didn't believe them. I'm the man Jesus wanted
me to be, I couldn't pretend I saw something
other than what i saw: something wrong. Now
I know the deceit of these men. The volunteers?
Dead to a single one. It's the pituitary gland, see?
That's the secret ingredient in the cure. It must
come out of a living human. They'd use the poor
to recover the wealthy and the powerful, and also
as defense against infection. That was their plan.
While Jesus and I usually differ on this shotgun
and its relative holiness, now is not that time.
I'm bringing twin barrels of judgement, spitting fire
five time per second. I am the wrong Bible story
for these arrogant men to fuck with. I am both
steel and the righteousness to use it. What's right
is right, even now, in the face of armageddon,
especially now. Hell has come to Earth and now
is the time to draw a line in the sand. Jesus and I
are standing on this side. Why don't you come
over and join us. Here, there is still some hope.
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