letra de christmas - skech185 & analog(ue) tape dispenser
skech185:
a swedish jew german cl-sterf-ckery of coca cola colors covers the gamut/
candidate for kmettan mythos twisted caucasian as cannon/
jesus had an eagles head. walking across dark water, egyptian forest, now found foster to child to an olsteen smile and baptist chorus/
of course it’s logical: he f-cked his own mother in third person thus creating his own self/son birthed in a place bread basket/
if stars could blush. ( i ) could only imagine the light shined throughout that staingl-ss house/
confusing the seeds throughout the growth, looking so decadent from the outs/
knotted and climbing in a land where every v-g-n-‘s an archway to two extremes of the same myth/
18 year gap with a splash of augustine script. my headache matches my h-ll!!!/
frail faith slave fragment patch worked to non african. bleached african. impossible, they have no history!!!/
it takes a village of romans to make a christians hair straighten/
its like trail blazing in the garden of eden, eating the quinces, wincing at the breezes forgetting clothes haven’t been invented/
and mary was only 13/
gilead7:
now what we have here is a failure to communicate. when we talk about the biblical text, we tend take myth and interpret it as fact. jesus being born of a virgin in the original genre, in context, would be taken as myth. rudolph bultmann’s technique of form criticism helps to understand. the god/man story is nothing new to jesus. it’s seen in osiris, apolonius… way, way, back in history
skech185:
i want to face f-ck a chick for christmas… i mean the sky’s falling and my umbrellas a cynic’s tongue so i’m f-cked!!!/
victim to my own pondering nature. painting questions with the grays of the (twin)towers’ smoke/
amidst the habitually frail. at all pistons fixed to my mission of attaining a mystic muddy princess baring cl-ssic bl–dy kisses/
st-tching my mistakes into her sentence while i defend them/
against this scripture blinded knights guiding a socially-muted m-ss movement. ant army whispering broadcast as they march in fidgety fury/
scared of g-ys… flying planes into buildings… with no dead mexicans/
giving dap to their black supervisors next to them dodging bullets from gunmen reflecting them like “we shall over come”/
as “take” annexes “give” watching the atomic family’s daughter get f-cked over drums/
flexing kwanzaa/minora. flexing (a) disconnection with the sum of the sons whose skin shows the the sum the sun/
but i guess this is apple pie so excuse if my simple wishes are more ambitious than sweaters and gift cards/
seeing these folks make up the bulk.its a vicious saturn sadness. twisted madness rampant. wal mark murders as wallpaper around this manger/
and it sickens me that love is message but present is so confusion. a lesson for deaf ears/
i sort of miss the christ treelight music/
ironic, one day i’ll pretend to give santa claus paper thus defending this fiction for genuine excitement later/
so lets call it “growing up” when “growing old” seems to have less favor/
and the story is just a story of a story of a story
and love is the message but the message seemed skewed
and the history is there but there are two kings in it
one is forgotten. the other is a false image
and theres always been a virgin and there’s always been a son
and the son has always been savior but the land was never rome
he once had an eagles head and called horizon home
this the story of a story of a story of a story
now what imma give to you is small measure of:
love = mother
strength = father
comp-ssion = spirit
wisdom = son
now what imma give to you is a testament of truth seeked through the fog for muse deemed “too far”
now what imma give to you is small measure of:
love = mother
strength = father
comp-ssion = spirit
wisdom = son
now what imma give to you is tryptich of mythsfit for a misfit tapping at the p-ssion
gilead7:
the great theologian paul tillich talked about the value of myth and the life transformative value of myth. he said “when a myth is taking literally, you miss the whole essence of the myth.” the gospels are not historical accounts, their doc-ments of faith. those doc-ments of faith equal myth to a great degree. why don’t we live lives where we are not hung up on those myths but we live such powerful lives future generations make myths of our fact?
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