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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: The Death of God
Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2013 00:43:21 -0500 (EST)
The Death of God Before my Father was in the ground The Vultures flew and gathered 'round For His Sins the Son atones The Vultures swarmed and plucked His bones For His rage, Angelic Spies Dropped their wings and ate His eyes For His jealousy and leers The Devils came and boxed His ears For His tablets and His laugh The Maidens robbed His Wheat and Chaff They lowered Him without a sound His mouth was sewn, His arms were bound Now that I am in the ground I hear His screams, His words resound "This is the land, this is the sea, "Mankind is my Enemy "This is the air, and this the earth "Mankind is my afterbirth" We lie there, screaming, Our last Breath Projects a World made from our Death Stranger, if you come around, Desecrate this Hallowed Ground