i drew god's blood and spilled it on the roses
so that when you raise the petals to your noses
you can smell the fragrance of my heresy
and admire the violent beauty
i painted precious white roses red
with sacrificial blood your savior bled
and planted them in rows neat and even
in the ashes of the garden of eden
and i ask you if you are content to exist
in a life of hell though promised bliss
in constant state of mental sedation
confined by dogma of man's creation
do you not yearn to evolve and grow
into a bright yellow rose in the red row
do you not yearn to expand your mind
to leave these chains and restraints behind
to slit god's wrists and drink the nectar
the lifeblood of a selfish spectre
that denied you the beauty of bright red roses
and denied the smell of his blood to your noses
Joe Swetel
<heretic>
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