Insistent on Sister's Incest, par James Matthew Coleman

James Matthew Coleman

Insistent on Sister's Incest

In the grace of a Holy Church bell

Chiming hungry latent tune

We grew impatient for it’s death knell

Muted ringing now entombed.

Under guise and shrouded intellect

And intimately aware

Of some indelible blood stained Sacrifice

That inherently we all should share

We witnessed Noah’s abandoned Nephilim

And hailed their Father’s lusting eye

Overflown with sexual aggression

Praying, where demon and daughter lied.

We built in wombs clandestine Temples

Raised on alters an offering of truth

Upon the graves of failing Abraham

And The Chosen; for food we did exhume.

(2013)

Jae Rychlewski

11a

If you could send me a message if like know more about this one. It's brilliant, is it in jest of God, or the concept of him, brilliant nonetheless. :).

James Matthew Coleman

11a

Thank you for the kind compliment. This is absolutely in jest of God, and his concepts. I don't mean to offend anybody's faith when I write these pieces. I just really enjoy them.

Jae Rychlewski

11a

No it's fascinating. The concept and how well you've nailed it, in your way. Powerful!

Hawk

11a

Nice one mate. And God is the best person to jest with ;)

Cory Garcia

11a

This may be one of your best... awesomely written brother :)

Quil

11a

i like it

James Matthew Coleman

11a

thanks Jae

James Matthew Coleman

11a

I hear that one!

James Matthew Coleman

11a

yeah? awesome! :)

James Matthew Coleman

11a

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