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A Stump in Eden

Climb aboard god’s emptiest dream

The planet snatched beneath my feet

This truth you seek…

My ministry is woven through a noose

The lone saboteur forced to march endlessly

Naked in the cave of creation

The whistle blowing black Judas

The stone bore a child

A child born of stone

Bless this crown of hurt

God’s cursed disciple

You can smell the expiration in my skull

Tip me like a chalice on soil ripe for blood