Shabbat of Chaos
Every shabbat you celebrate the flesh. In your drunken fear of death, you parade your debauchery on the sacred day.As God expects;
goyim.
Worship your flesh,
goyim.
At night when your god does not see
your flesh.
Your god died of the flesh
for your flesh.
And at an unknown time to come...
you will inherent your flesh again;
long dead.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
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