Glory This train is bound to glory.
It is tied
in a tight knot
to glory.
It is constricted by glory.
Glory's chains are draped and fastened to its wheels
heavy steel balls of glory clack the tracks
oh my little jesus
he rides the train
in between the cars
watches blue sparks spackle
and feels their burn upon his skin
leave black speckles for years to come
the train comes
to glory
it will have sex
doggy-style
with the next car it catches
and explode, orgasm ex machine,
and Jesus will feel it hard,
his eyes will pop out their sockets
his hair will set a gleaming bonfire
his skin will scorch, char, or liquidate
our sins will alleviate
and while he fries we'll all feel great
God will declare a Glory Day
and Bruce will sing about it
and all those who might doubt it
can go ahead and ride the train
until their
eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord
and they have sex
with crashing metal
volatile fireburst
gasoline
die for oil, sucker
you dirty train-fucker
blow your load in the exhaust pipe
"O may your smoky seed survive you"
prays the High Priest Darwin
as pamphleteers ask him
"have you let Jesus into your life?
Have you taken Jane Goodall as your wife?
If you call me a monkey again, my friend
I'll slit yo neck wit my mo'fuckin knife"
Christian Fundamentalists boycott evolution
until it agrees to their demands.
Swami Sigmund Freud prays:
"May your smoky seed
find the womb of your mother
so that your repression is alleviated
and you can come to terms with you abusive father
before you perish"
the Sufi Master Karl Marx prays:
"May your smoky seed be distributed evenly
amongst all members of the Proletariat
for purposes of impregnation, ingestion
and defiling and smearing of standing capitalist institutions
and may all the Proletariat
produce their own specimens of spermatozoa
and share with their comrades, for
sharing is caring, children".
And all three board
this train bound for glory
and hire the excommunicated bishop Ayn Rand as conductor,
and she drives them into a tower of a center
and the center of the tower
a traitorous pillar of capitalism
an unknown ideal
betrays by fascist and communist infiltrators
and as the gentiles fumigate
she rapes their crucified bodies
and steals their money
and justifies her actions with a trite novel.
Jerry Falwell presides over all funerals,
badmouths the deceased,
shameless homosexuals, every one
and we conclude
God's will has been carried out
Amen Brotha!
Praise Jesus!