Friday, 13 March 2026

Jesus Christ my golden boy

By Doel Sengupta
Jesus Christ is flaring red
At all the misdeeds of the
Church outside his stead
And he musters courage,
Sings his Honey a song
And tells all those to Church
What they did wrong...
He punches all Papes so bad,
They fall down and kneel and
And every evening 
With the breads leavening
My Yeshu comes home to me
And all those who accused
Jesus lie fallen, broken,
Shattered and sundered...
All those who betrayed Jesus
Lie crying at all their sexes
And hexes and wexes and rexes
And we win in the biggest way
One by one, two by the way
And Jesus is crowned this very day
As the King of the Universe
The God of eternity...
People write a bunch of crap
That never sells because
They are all whacks
And this very day
Shooneepa dies
As Jesus's blood she smells
In a coke tonight
And all the Papes writhe and scream:
'Jesus please save us from our misdeeds.'
And it is just at that very point
That Jesus transforms into Buddha
Saying: it's all your karma you wretched men;
You betrayed me, Hercules and Santa
And my Marry Mary when ten ken
And soon when all of you finally look up
You will see that the forests are here
And we have entered Paradise.
One for forty... two for 1 hundredth a dime...
Do the math as i sit and rhyme.

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