a new religion and the stench of corpses
this man with his
hands cut off,
with his eyes gouged
out,
wants to tell us his
plans to rule the world
let the beautiful
people fuck,
let the starving
starve,
and is this really
any different than
where we are now?
the myth of christ
vs
the myth of superman
the fact that
neither one
will save any of us
the fact that every
song
is a song about
death
that what we love
the most is
what we can lose,
is what can be taken
away, and what i
remember from the
last day i saw you
is the
sunlight
the emptiness of the
sky
20 years of my life
spent
crawling down
dead-end streets or
pinned to the rocky
soil of barren fields and,
in the end,
i
am only me
in the end, we are
always defined
by the distances
between us
we are always moving
further apart
Jesus Christ Superman --John Haldane
