Treason by the Son of Man
Despite claiming to be both the Messiah and the Son of God. And being the one who dared to claim to be the King of the Jews. Who could violate the Sabbath law And threatening to destroy the Temple, And exorcising people by the power of demons …and sorcery Yet even he was touched by dreadful doubt - was death really what God wanted for him? He begged God to release him from his fate. His sacrificial for the man Yet he would feel the rise of new demigods More powerful than him… Spawn of his own creed Spawn of his own seed If Jesus knew the torture and agonizing death that lays ahead the stress would have been unbearable enough to cause him to sweat blood. Yet he would approve the rise of demigods More powerful than him… Spawn of his own creed Spawn of his own seed Your new religion bound to worship the scum of the earth The disease and the unworthy Unending wail, as chorus of worship Bound to worship the scum of the earth Scum of the earth Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for him! Weep for yourselves and for your children! For the time will come when you will say, With fury and conviction: "Blessed are the childless women, the wombs that never bore and the breasts that never nursed! The midwives of the new faith For if people do these things when the tree is green, what will happen when it is dry?” When "Everything pitiful, everything suffering from itself, everything tormented by base feelings, the whole ghetto-world of the soul suddenly on top!" And this time is now and “Truly he told you, today you will be with him in paradise…” The Blessed, the childless women, the wombs that never bore and the breasts that never nursed Under the eye of wrathful divine In orgies on top of pile of reeking offal of the Son of God They enter the paradise without dreadful doubt - Holding so dear butchered and desecrated remnants of the Son of God! Yes! Oh, yes! The Son of God, the sacrificial victim of new faith Under the eye of wrathful divine they could never comprehend How their whole ghetto-world of the soul suddenly on top! How the roles have been turned reverse Wrathful divine indifferent and unpresent during this grotesque turn of events. "Today you will be with him in paradise…"
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instinct at the highest peak in the morbid ethic of self-effacement; prompted to embrace it by everything: prudence, experience, vanity. She does not belong to herself; she can only be a means to an end no goals within herself Only to exist to be used up Every sort of faith is in itself an evidence of self-effacement, of self-estrangement… Also men of convictions unable to see far enough, things that are - beneath or behind This absolute need of weakness, portrays itself within the melancholic epic failures of mankind Reflections how necessary for the great majority is there to be regulations. Restraining them, holding them down The control, the slavery, is the one and only condition which makes for the well-being of the weak-willed human. Then one at once understands conviction and "faith": Pathological limitations of this vision. Grotesque forms are the influence upon the great masses mankind prefers embrace the slavery - not the horrors brought by the strong will…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The Son of God, the sacrificial victim of the new faith The Son of Man, on display as repulsive abject wrathful divine indifferent and unpresent during this grotesque turn of events. When the veil clouding the perception was torn down In process of rejecting all its distortions Abject was seen as what it truly was Corpse filled with feces The men who scatologically had worshipped All things worth of nothing but rejection Continued to elevate them higher and higher As what they witnessed, was reflection of their very being Who would have dared to question it? The position of all the sons of man Gathered together elevate themselves into parody of godhood This dissent would mark him eternally doomed… The servants of wrathful divine observe this theatre of failure Filled with amusement with hints of melancholy If there was fate, and if it was meant to be something else There would have been visible sparks of hope But wrathful divine remains indifferent and unpresent during this grotesque turn of events. The servants of wrathful divine observe this theatre of failure Filled with amusement and with hints of melancholy
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026